After Daisy Ginger left, Edward Stephens slowly exhaled a breath. He leaned against the counter, looking down at his right hand adorned with a platinum diamond ring, recalling his actions just now, and his brows gradually furrowed.
What was he trying to do just then?
Unconsciously, he fished out a cigarette from his pocket, and only after taking a slow drag, did his thoughts begin to cool down amidst the biting taste of the tobacco.
Such a beautiful woman, it was perfectly normal for him to have a moment of impulsion.
Moreover, that beautiful woman is now his woman in name; whatever he did to her, he had the law on his side.
--- It was simply testing his self-control.
If he didn’t feel anything, he wouldn’t be a man.
Daisy Ginger returned with a bottle of opened medicated oil.
"There’s no ointment at home," she opened the medicated oil, and the strong medicinal smell wafted out, as she motioned toward Edward Stephens with a nod, "Take off your shirt, I’ll give you a rub."
Edward Stephens indeed wrinkled his brow in that awful smell, "Forget it. I don’t want to step out with this smell all over me."
"You don’t have a say in this." Daisy Ginger leisurely poured some medicated oil into her hand, looking at Edward Stephens with a half-smile, "Are you going to take it off yourself or do you want me to do it for you?"
"...Is this how you treat someone who gave you a birthday gift?" Edward Stephens complained speechlessly, but still resignedly sat down on the sofa.
He took off his shirt, revealing a perfectly toned upper body.
"This isn’t a treatment just anyone gets."
Daisy Ginger moved around to his back and discovered four or five bruises on his fair back. He had fallen quite heavily; several spots were bruised and swollen, and yet he did not utter a word.
"Cry out if it hurts." Daisy Ginger comforted.
Edward Stephens snorted: "You’re so full of nonsense."
Daisy Ginger glanced at him and forcefully pressed her medicated-oil-covered hand onto Edward Stephens’ back.
Edward Stephens shuddered lightly, the muscles of his back tensing instantly, as he let out a faint hiss, and then heard Daisy Ginger’s playful voice: "Does it hurt?"
This vindictive woman!
I wonder how a disagreeable personality like that is cultivated.
Edward Stephens: "I should have used you as a cushion earlier."
Daisy Ginger proudly lifted her chin at him, softening her movements to help him relax and promote circulation and dissipate stasis.
The medicated oil was cool, and Daisy Ginger’s hand temperature was low too, but when it landed on the red and swollen, feverish skin, it brought more stimulation than pain.
As the medicinal smell gradually dispersed with the rise in body temperature, Edward Stephens sat on the sofa, feeling Daisy Ginger’s movements were very gentle. Though having such a bad temper, she seemed very tender in this aspect of taking care of people...
He lifted his head and met Daisy Ginger’s gaze.
Daisy Ginger stood behind the sofa, looking down at him, thinking he looked a bit silly like that, couldn’t help but laugh, "What?"
She reached out and pinched his face.
Leaving a face full of medicated oil on him.
Edward Stephens lifted his hand, reaching toward her ear.
At this moment, his body temperature seemed a few degrees higher than hers, causing her to shiver sensitively as his fingers landed on her earlobe.
"Who gave it to you?" Edward Stephens suddenly asked.
Daisy Ginger shot him a sideways glance with her pretty eyes, "What’s wrong?"
"Don’t wear it anymore."
Daisy Ginger snorted twice: "Why?"
She kneaded him once or twice with force, the man’s brow furrowed slightly, and then he reached out to grab the hand she pressed on his shoulder.
"Didn’t I give you one? Just wear mine." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝓷𝓮𝓽