Chapter 213 Afraid of Suffering
George knew what she was up to but decided to tease her a bit.
"Open wide," Emma said firmly. She took out the medicine and placed it on a spoon, her eyes twinkling as she looked at George.
"I'm really scared of bitter stuff," George said, pretending to be scared, pouting slightly with an innocent look in his eyes.
George, usually known for his aloof demeanor, was showing this cute expression for the first time. But to make Isabella happy, he was willing to put aside his pride and act adorable.
Emma was seeing this side of George for the first time too, and she smirked inwardly.
So, when George liked a woman, he lowered himself and acted cute to make her happy. Anna must have seen this side of him many times. But as his deceased ex-wife, this was her first time witnessing it.
Since George wanted to play the little couple's love game, she would play along.
"Take your medicine, and I'll tell you a story or sing you a song. How about that?" Emma said, using a soothing tone as if she were comforting a child.
It was as if George wasn't a grown man but a kindergartener.
"Really? You can sing?" George's eyes lit up with curiosity, and a smile spread across his face.
"Of course! As long as you take your medicine, I'll sing Seraphine's favorite song for you," Emma's voice was as sweet as honey.
"Alright," George finally couldn't help but laugh. When he saw the gentleness in her eyes, his heart melted.
"Open wide," Emma repeated, raising the spoon again, her eyes full of encouragement.
George smiled slightly and finally agreed to take the pill. It melted in his mouth, and though it was bitter, his heart was filled with sweetness.
"Good boy!" Emma said happily, patting his head as if George had completed a great task.
"I took my medicine. Don't I get a reward?" George said playfully, his eyes twinkling with warmth.
"What kind of reward do you want? A piece of candy?" Emma was slightly taken aback.
"Just a piece of candy? That's all?" George leaned in slightly, his eyes full of expectation.
"Then I'll give you a little reward. Close your eyes," Emma said, covering George's eyes with her hand. She then leaned in and gently kissed his lips, like a spring breeze rippling across a lake.
George felt the warmth of that moment, and his heart was filled with joy. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Is that enough?" Emma said, blushing.
"Not even close. I'm expecting much more."
A strong wave of emotion surged in George's heart.
He looked at Emma's radiant smile and couldn't suppress his impulse. He gently pulled her into his arms.
"Isabella," he whispered.
Emma was slightly stunned. She felt his strong arms enveloping her, a warmth spreading through her body, and her cheeks flushed.
George lowered his head, his gaze deep and tender, slowly approaching her face.
His breathing became rapid, filled with desire and love for her. In that moment, he kissed her gently.
The touch of his lips was like smooth milk, warm and tender.
Emma's heartbeat quickened, and her face blushed even more deeply. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth from his lips.
George gently caressed her back, as if conveying endless love.
His lips moved gently and slowly on hers, savoring the sweetness of the moment. Each touch sent a warm current through his heart, expressing his deep affection for her.
Emma felt his warm breath and responded gently, tilting her head slightly, letting him lead her into this deep kiss. She unconsciously wrapped around his neck, feeling his strong body heat.
In the quiet hospital room, only the sound of their heartbeats remained.
George's kiss deepened with gentle intensity, as if he were pouring all his love into that moment.
Finally, their lips parted, their breaths mingling, and the air was filled with a sweet scent.
George rested his forehead against Emma's, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.
"Isabella, I love you," he said softly, with endless warmth.
This time, Emma showed a genuine smile.
George said he loved her. Her plan was progressing, and Emma, with a soft and sweet voice, said the words she had wanted to say countless times, "I love you too, George."
The temperature in the room kept rising.
George noticed the ointment on the table. He picked it up and placed it in Emma's hand.
"Isabella, can you help me apply the ointment?"
Emma looked at the obvious scrapes on George's body, feeling a mix of strange emotions—part pity, part satisfaction from revenge.
But no matter what she was thinking, she had to apply the ointment for George now.
"Okay," she said softly, with a hint of hesitation in her voice. "It might hurt a little."
"I know," George smiled slightly, his eyes full of gentle encouragement.
Emma's face turned red as she saw George's exposed skin.
George's body was long and lean, with well-defined muscles.
His chest was full and strong; it rose and fell slightly with his breath, which looked particularly enticing. His abdominal muscles were smooth, with a faint six-pack glistening in the sunlight, giving off a healthy tan.
His skin looked especially delicate in the sunlight, contrasting sharply with the scrapes, highlighting the smoothness and fineness of his skin.
The scrapes were like a piece of art, with a few scars that made his body look even more perfect and powerful. Each wound seemed to tell a story of his bravery, making one's heart race.
Perhaps it could awaken a different kind of desire—to leave more marks on his body.
Emma controlled herself, not wanting to make George's injuries worse.
She gently picked up the ointment, squeezing out a small amount, and pondered where to start.
"Apply it here," George said, pulling his waistband down a few inches, revealing his groin. His voice had a playful tone, as if teasing her on purpose.
"But..." Emma's face turned even redder, her heart racing as she faced his firm abdomen and the wounds on his waist.
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