Chapter 396 The Scent of Embrace
Damian picked up the porcelain teacup with his left hand, took a sip of tea, and said slowly, "Really?"
This rhetorical question was to tell Esme that he didn't know.
He wasn't that familiar with Hendrix, nor did he have the time to worry about someone irrelevant.
Esme gripped the fork tightly. Fortunately, the fork was sturdy, otherwise, she might have broken it. "Mr. Hearst doesn't know? I thought Mr. Hearst knew better than I did. I heard that after Hendrix's leg surgery, someone kicked it, causing a secondary fracture. Mr. Hearst was at the hospital at the time, didn't you hear about it?"
Ashley secretly watched his expression.
Still calm and unperturbed, not a trace of emotion could be detected.
Expressionless, he had mastered it perfectly.
Damian crossed his legs and leaned lazily against the chair back, as if this place was his own backyard and he was the undisputed master. "Since Ms. Bergstrom wants to know, wouldn't it be better to ask him directly?"
Esme gave a forced smile. With her temper, she might have stabbed Damian, rather than stay here and watch him act superior.
Ashley lowered her eyes, hiding the cold smile in them.
Esme had quite a good mental fortitude, able to endure this much.
"Mr. Hearst is right, I will ask him. I just don't know who could be so malicious to cause a secondary injury to someone who just had surgery. Mr. Hearst, do you think such a bad person will get their comeuppance?"
Esme asked sincerely, her eyes sparkling as if she genuinely wanted an answer from this authoritative figure.
Freya had also heard about the incident but didn't know who was responsible.
Listening to Esme's pointed questions, could it be Damian?
Damian's deep voice was emotionless, "According to Ms. Bergstrom's logic, Hendrix being injured again right after surgery, isn't that karma?"
Esme was stumped, unable to think of a retort.
The atmosphere instantly became a bit tense.
Sven quickly laughed, "No one targets someone for no reason, there must be a cause. It could also be his own carelessness. How would Mr. Hearst know about such things?"
Esme snorted coldly, "Yes, it's my fault for being impatient. I thought the all-knowing Mr. Hearst knew everything!"
Damian didn't respond because Esme's status didn't warrant his answers.
As they were leaving, Freya handed the prepared snacks to Ashley with both hands, smiling softly, "I'm really sorry, Ms. Astor, time was a bit tight, so I only made one box."
Ashley said, "It's okay, I've eaten a lot today, I'm not craving. Give them all to Mr. Hearst, he seems to like them."
Freya said, "No matter how good the dessert is, too much can be cloying. By the way, I specifically had the kitchen make a few more matcha-flavored ones. If you want some, you can ask Mr. Hearst for them!"
Ashley felt very uncomfortable.
This family clearly saw her as Damian's lover.
On the way back, Ashley held back and said, "You know they misunderstood our relationship, why don't you explain and instead do things that deepen their misunderstanding?"
Damian picked up the financing proposal and continued reading. Hearing this, he glanced at her, "What did I say? Which sentence made them misunderstand?"
Ashley bit the soft flesh inside her mouth, almost drawing blood.
But she couldn't pinpoint any specific sentence.
Because it wasn't the words themselves, it was Damian's tone!
Damian waited for a while without getting a response, then said, "Sorry."
Ashley released the soft flesh in her mouth and glared at him, "Sorry for what?"
Damian said, "Although I don't know which sentence was wrong, since you feel it's inappropriate, then it's my fault. I apologize."
Ashley was shocked.
She felt numb all over. This person... had he taken the wrong medicine?
Ashley suddenly remembered the injury on his head, "Do you need to go to the hospital to change the dressing?"
Damian said, "The hotel is a bit far from the hospital. You go back first, I'll take a cab to the hospital."
A cab?
Ashley doubted her ears were still with her and not left at Sven's house. Otherwise, how could she hear something so out of character for Damian?
"You take a cab? I might believe it if you said you were robbing me."
Damian frowned slightly, looking willing to listen, "I didn't bring an assistant or driver to Limehof, and the car broke down on the way. If I don't take a cab, how will I get there? Take the subway?"
Ashley was about to explode from his feigned ignorance. He might as well be a bit more acid-tongued and harsh; this tone was really hard to get used to. "Don't act so pitiful. Take the subway? Do you even know how to take the subway?"
She could swear Damian had never taken the subway or a cab in his life.
Damian said, "Is it very complicated? Do you think I can't learn?"
Ashley felt very frustrated. It was better not to argue with Damian about these things. "Thanks to you, I got to eat Mrs. Bergstrom's cooking. As a thank you, I'll take you to the hospital. You haven't finished reading the documents, right? You can read them on the way."
"Okay."
Such an agreeable Damian made Ashley suspect he had been swapped with someone else.
Maybe he had a personality change after hitting his head?
At the hospital.
The doctor finished bandaging Amelia's foot injury, and Amelia was frustrated.
The wound was on her toe, and after applying medicine and wrapping it with a bandage, her foot was wider, and her shoe wouldn't fit.
Amelia sat on the examination bed, struggling with whether to call Ashley to bring her a pair of slippers or to just walk out barefoot.
The doctor, seeing they hadn't left yet, turned back after tidying up, "There are patients waiting in line."
Amelia scratched her head, "I..."
"It's best not to wear closed-toe shoes for now, avoid getting the wound wet, and don't engage in strenuous activities. Even after it scabs, don't pick at it. Let it fall off naturally to avoid scarring."
Christian looked at her unsightly feet, rubbed his nose in disdain, and said, "You might as well not go back to the set like this. You'll just embarrass yourself. What will they say about you? Bear paws? That's what they look like to me."
Amelia's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth, "Thanks for your concern!"
The doctor, hearing their argument, chuckled, "Arguing again? You young people, always quarreling at the drop of a hat. It's one thing to bicker normally, but arguing when your girlfriend is injured? If you keep arguing, won't you have to carry her out?"
"Carry?"
"Carry her?"
Both reacted strongly, expressing their disdain in unison.
The doctor said sternly, "What else? How is she supposed to walk like this? If you don't carry her, plenty of others would be willing to. Your girlfriend is so pretty, and you don't even care! Hurry up, I'm calling the next patient."
Amelia, in a moment of resolve, prepared to walk out barefoot.
But her waist tightened as a pair of arms lifted her up.
Christian's expression was unfriendly, and his actions weren't exactly gentle, but he managed to "carry" her.
Amelia's body was suspended, hastily falling into an embrace, and she smelled the perfume emanating from Christian's neck. Due to his elevated body temperature, the scent was even stronger than usual.
"What perfume are you wearing?"
It's suffocating.
Christian didn't answer but instead cursed, "Damn it, what have you been eating? Don't actresses know to control their weight? Are you a hundred pounds?"
Actresses have a weight limit. Not only should they not exceed a hundred pounds, but even going over ninety pounds requires control.
Christian's words infuriated Amelia, "I'm just ninety pounds!"
"Ninety pounds?" Christian glanced down at her chest, his gaze brazen and almost lewd, "These two lumps alone must weigh twenty pounds."
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