Ian Linton seemed indifferent to her disregard, he looked at her, chuckled softly, and reached out to carry her horizontally from the ground.
On the day of the car accident, Daisy Ginger’s right calf suffered a severe fracture. She was badly injured, and after being confined here by Ian Linton, her weight noticeably dropped. When Ian picked her up, she still opened her eyes and reached out to push him away.
But the accumulated strength she had just used had already drained all her remaining energy. When Ian placed her on the bed, she couldn’t pull herself out of his arms. This update ıs available on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
"I bought the food you like." Ian turned around and took the packed boxes he bought from the hotel. Three dishes and a soup, all with a rich aroma, each carefully chosen by Ian.
He placed the food on the small table by the bed, then separated the disposable chopsticks and placed them beside her, looking at her warmly, "You’ve been hungry all day, right? If you don’t eat, your wounds won’t heal."
Daisy leaned weakly against the headboard, gasping for breath, her hair disheveled, her small face pale to transparency beneath the messy hair, just looking at Ian without speaking.
"Do you want me to feed you?"
Daisy spoke hoarsely, "Get lost."
Ian sat across from her, the gentle and handsome smile unchanged on his refined face. He lit a cigarette and looked at Daisy, speaking warmly, "Director Ginger, I’m doing this for your own good."
Daisy let out a low scoff and closed her eyes, seeming to have lost interest in conversing with him.
Sitting on the sofa, Ian quietly watched her for a while, then let out a faint sigh. He stood up, walked to the bed, raised his hand, and placed his palm on Daisy’s cheek.
Daisy’s eyes flashed open in an instant. Even in her current extremely weak state, her eyes were cold and piercingly intense, and Ian felt as if her gaze gripped his heart, a strong jolt of electricity running from his fingertips to his heart.
— It was a splendor that no counterfeit could ever bring him.
"Director Ginger..." His tone bordered on infatuation, whispering, "You have no idea how much I love you..."
Daisy raised her hand, forcefully gripping Ian’s wrist and slowly removing his hand from her face.
Her voice was hoarse as she spoke each word deliberately, "Don’t touch me— you make me sick."
"Director Ginger." Ian lowered his eyes, a faint smile on his lips, looking somewhat innocently amiable, "I’m doing this for your own good."
Daisy took a deep breath and then said slowly, "Get—out—"
"I can stay here with you all night." Ian stood in front of her, watching her, "Once the authorities relax the restriction on the route, I’ll take you abroad. I want to find a place where no one knows you..." he murmured, "Just the two of us."
Daisy chuckled angrily, looking up at him, "Ian Linton, are you out of your mind?"
Ian looked at her, his lips curved into a faint, gentle smile.
Seeing him put on such a pretense made Daisy want to curse, but every time she argued with Ian, it felt like punching a pillow, accomplishing nothing but her own frustration.
Ian: "I just don’t want to see you continue getting hurt."
"The Edward Stephens you love isn’t the same as he used to be... Director Ginger, I don’t want to see you compromising yourself. Wouldn’t it be better to forget him?"
He spoke with deep affection, sincerely and earnestly, yet all Daisy wanted to do was roll her eyes.