After applying the medicine, Chloe Grant looked like she had been through hell.
Her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat.
Even though the medicine had been applied, the pain in her back never subsided.
This wound, for someone who’s afraid of pain like her, was pure torture.
Any slight movement hurt, waking up from sleep also due to pain... various pains, various torments.
Matthew Morgan felt heartache as he watched, taking a tissue to wipe the cold sweat from her face.
On the web between his thumb and index finger was a circle of teeth marks, with blood beads in some places.
Clearly, Chloe Grant had bitten down hard just now.
Matthew Morgan didn’t seem to mind and continued to wipe the cold sweat and a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
"You can’t rely on anesthesia forever."
Chloe Grant paused, spent almost a minute processing Matthew Morgan’s meaning.
He meant to say, they couldn’t always use anesthesia, so she’d have to endure the pain in the coming days.
Chloe Grant wanted to say, "Applying anesthesia makes it hurt even more when it wears off."
But noticing Matthew Morgan had been talking for a while, responding would be awkward, so she left it alone.
Chloe Grant was weak now, the wound painful, so her voice was soft and feeble.
"Okay," Matthew Morgan responded.
Without further thought, Chloe Grant closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
Lying flat, she was clearly uncomfortable; though asleep, she wasn’t restful, her brows furrowed tightly.
Matthew Morgan rubbed her brow, "Sleep tight."
His voice was very gentle.
By this time, Chloe Grant was already half asleep, half awake.
She felt as though she was a little white rabbit, lying in the owner’s lap, with the owner gently stroking her head, lulling her into deep sleep...
Matthew Morgan threw the tissue in the trash, helping Chloe Grant adjust into a more comfortable position.
Though his face remained expressionless as always, he sported a slight smile, his lips subtly curved.
He sat beside her, doing nothing, just watching her sleep.
In Matthew Morgan’s world, there were countless secrets known to none, most of which involved Chloe Grant.
One among them: he loved watching Chloe Grant’s sleeping face.
She slept so peacefully, quietly, like a porcelain doll.
Chloe Grant was ten years old when she appeared in front of Matthew Morgan; he thought this girl’s eyes were tiny, but her smiles were crescent-like, her voice crisp and clear.
Having her around wasn’t particularly bothersome, so he ignored it, letting Chloe Grant play around with Lucas Morgan.
Then one time, returning from playing basketball with friends, Matthew Morgan saw her sprawled on the living room floor surrounded by a drawing she was coloring; her cheek was pressed against the desk, smudged with color.
The first glance made Matthew Morgan laugh.
But as he continued to watch, he couldn’t tear his eyes away...
She was asleep—then he noticed her eyelashes were particularly long, not dense, which was why he hadn’t noticed them before.
Her nose was small, not particularly prominent, just about right, somewhat rounded.
Her small mouth was pinkish, moist, slightly open, with drool...