Chapter 481 Arousing the Desire to Protect
Ashley sneered, "Master, the master of masters!"
If she hadn't already seen through Damian's true nature, wouldn't she be moved to tears, throw herself into his arms, and tearfully say she loved him?
What a pity, she wasn't that silly fool anymore!
Ashley shook off Damian's arm, shrugged, and said, "It's meaningful to achieve your wishes with your own hands. Mr. Hearst is so busy, it's better not to steal Santa Claus's role!"
Damian was very troubled. No matter how he tried to persuade her, Ashley wouldn't budge.
If she wouldn't budge, so be it. He could give her more time.
"Let's go check out the front," he suggested.
There was no one there, so Ashley wasn't worried about being seen with her "disfigured" face.
They strolled over leisurely.
The air was filled with the fragrance of soil, flowers swayed with their buds full of water, and droplets fell one by one with the wind, unbelievably beautiful.
Ignoring the unpleasantness brought by Damian, Ashley enjoyed the post-rain tranquility.
Damian slowed his pace a bit, waited for Ashley to walk further away, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
"Did you find out?"
He hadn't been idle under the covers; he had instructed Thomas to find out who had hurt Ashley.
"Yes, it was Emma, a female lawyer mainly responsible for contract disputes, who was on Mrs. Hearst's case at the time. Cheryl said that on the way to the bus, Emma and Mrs. Hearst had a verbal dispute, and Emma had privately discussed Mrs. Hearst's frequent visits to the legal department."
Thomas had chatted with Cheryl and quickly got to the truth, which was then verified.
Damian looked at Ashley's leisurely back with her hands behind her, his voice turning several degrees colder, "Teach her a lesson."
"To what extent?" Thomas was afraid he might overdo it, as the conflict between women hadn't escalated to an extreme level.
If it were like before, breaking hands and legs seemed unnecessary.
Damian said, "An eye for an eye."
Thomas immediately understood, "Got it, Mr. Hearst."
Hanging up the phone, Damian happened to see Ashley bending down to smell the flowers, her long hair covering most of her face, only her cute little nose exposed, the scars on her face hidden in her hair. With a ninety-degree curve, one hand supporting her knee and the other holding a flower branch, she looked very content.
He took out his camera, zoomed in, and captured the beautiful moment.
Naturally, Ashley's unpleasantness was healed. At dinner, she proactively told Janet that she would eat alone in the hotel and that she wanted to rest early, so she wouldn't join everyone.
Janet was disappointed, "Don't be like that, everyone is drinking and singing at the hotel entertainment center, it's really lively!"
Ashley said, "I'm injured, can't drink, and can't sing, so I won't spoil the fun. You all have a good time."
After declining them, Ashley looked at the most obstructive person in the room, "Mr. Hearst, aren't you leaving?"
Damian had a magazine spread open on his lap, casually flipping through it, "Your room has a good view, perfect for watching the moon."
Ashley was exasperated, raising her ugly face on purpose, "I'm like this, and Mr. Hearst can still eat? I have to admire Mr. Hearst's taste."
Damian said, "I can turn off the lights."
Damn it!
"Mr. Hearst doesn't need to feel?"
"Do you need to feel the face for that kind of thing?" His gaze followed her collarbone down, down.
Ashley wanted to stomp her foot, "I have injuries on my body too, it doesn't feel good!"
Damian grabbed her hand, "Where on your body? Why didn't you say earlier?"
With his question, Ashley felt awkward, "I mean, which of your words are serious and which are jokes?"
"Don't mess around, where else are you hurt?"
Ashley's ears turned a bit red, being pulled to sit on his lap, she couldn't think calmly, "I was lying, no injuries."
Damian fell silent.
At this moment, his phone rang.
Seeing the name, his brows furrowed slightly.
And sitting in his lap, Ashley also saw the note—Jessica.
"Mr. Hearst, answer the phone."
Ashley sensibly went to the bathroom, not interrupting his time with other women.
How ironic, she was so generous, not interfering with his encounters with women at all.
"Jessica?" Damian's tone was cold.
"Mr. Hearst, I think I have a fever, my whole body is weak, and I'm dizzy. Can you help me contact a doctor?"
Damian glanced at the time, 9:30 PM, "Alright."
"I feel so heavy, like I've been beaten up."
"Jessica?"
When Damian called again, there was no response from the other side.
Cursing under his breath, he knocked on the bathroom door, "I have something to take care of, I'll be back soon."
Ashley looked at herself in the mirror over the sink, unable to face her reflection. She must have completely given up on Damian to dare show him such an ugly face.
Well, Damian probably wouldn't be interested in her anymore.
See, he was leaving just after a phone call.
"Alright, Mr. Hearst, no need to come back quickly. I'm going to lock the door and sleep. Good night."
Damian wanted to say something, but the sound of the shower came from inside, so he kept quiet.
Meanwhile.
Jessica held her phone, Damian's charming voice still lingering in her ears, but she didn't respond.
If she couldn't resist answering, she wouldn't be able to see him again.
She was gambling, betting that Damian wasn't that heartless, betting that he would check on her safety, if only for Nicol's sake.
Sure enough, within ten minutes, she heard the door open.
Closing her eyes, Jessica fell into a semi-conscious state.
Damian got a spare room card from the front desk and entered to see the neatly made bed under the floor lamp, with Jessica lying quietly in it. There were water stains on the floor and her wet clothes were scattered around.
Damian walked closer, "Jessica?"
No response.
He had to bend down, getting closer, "Jessica, how are you?"
Jessica struggled to open her eyes, forcing herself to sit up. "Mr. Hearst, you came?"
Damian said, "Don't move, you have a fever, just lie down."
Jessica nodded, obediently burying herself in the blanket, "I didn't expect to get a fever just from a little rain. Did I inconvenience you? If you have things to do, Mr. Hearst, you can go ahead, don't worry about me."
Jessica's face was haggard, her lips pale, all her makeup removed, and her eyes faintly bloodshot. Leaning against the headboard, she looked so weak that a gust of wind could blow her away.
Seeing her like this, Damian worried she might pass out again, "It's fine, I'll leave after the doctor arrives."
Jessica smiled apologetically, "Can you turn on the lights? Otherwise, I'll feel even sleepier."
"No problem."
Damian pressed the main switch, and all the lights in the suite came on.
Then he noticed that Jessica's shoulders, exposed outside the blanket, were smooth and bare, without a single piece of clothing.
Jessica's face was flushed with fever, her body tinged with a faint pink, her eyes soft and dazed, like a pitiful child.
She had confirmed in the mirror that this look was most likely to trigger a man's protective instincts.
"Mr. Hearst, could you please get me a glass of water? I've sweated a lot, and my body feels dried out, I'm thirsty."
Damian poured her half a glass of water, "Drink slowly."
Jessica was very happy inside. If she could get this kind of attention from Damian without being sick, she would die with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Hearst, I'll do it myself."
Jessica reached out to take the glass, struggling to prop herself up.
In doing so, her arm was fully exposed outside the blanket, and the curves of her neck and collarbone gradually came into view.
Damian frowned and looked away.
Jessica suddenly started coughing, her face turning red.
Damian had to turn back, "Did you choke?"
Jessica couldn't speak, struggling to cover her chest to keep from passing out.
Damian raised his hand, wanting to pat her back, but seeing her bare back with only her long hair falling over it, he put his hand down.
Jessica felt a huge sense of loss.
He didn't want to touch her.
Ten minutes later, the doctor arrived, confirming that Jessica had a high fever of 112°F and mild pneumonia, requiring an IV drip.
The doctor set up the IV, adjusted the flow rate, and instructed Damian, who was sitting nearby, "There are two bags of medicine, switch to the second one in about an hour. Make sure to change it on time to prevent blood backflow. The patient might get drowsy during the drip, so be extra careful."
Damian remained expressionless.
Jessica pursed her lips, "I can stay awake. When it's time, could you help me switch it?"
The doctor was a bit surprised, "Isn't your boyfriend here? He can switch it for you."
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