Ian Linton looked at Daisy Ginger’s indifferent expression and gradually stopped talking. He gazed at her obsessively for a moment, then walked over, sat on the sofa, and said gently, "Director Ginger, you should eat. I’ll stop talking."
Daisy Ginger sat on the bed without moving.
Ian Linton looked at her, sighed softly, and walked to the door, saying gently, "I’ll be in the office. If you need anything, just ring the bell, and I’ll come in."
Daisy Ginger ignored him.
Ian Linton gave her one last deep look, as if trying to remember her face, then opened the door and slowly walked out.
Once Ian Linton left, Daisy Ginger slowly sat up from the bed.
She was exhausted. Although Ian had roughly set her fractured right leg, it hadn’t received proper medical treatment, so the bone hadn’t healed. The recent exertion seemed to have displaced the bone again, causing a pain that felt as if her muscles and bones were being pulled and twisted. It was unbearable.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enduring the waves of relentless pain, then picked up the chopsticks and began to eat dinner.
After the incident with Ian Linton, the food had grown cold, and it didn’t taste good.
She frowned, eating slowly; she ate a little until the pain became too much to bear, then put down the chopsticks and collapsed back onto the bed, breathing faintly.
She had no idea how many days she had been confined in this room by Ian Linton.
Without windows, she couldn’t keep track of time, only vaguely recalling the day of the accident when she lost consciousness, and upon waking again, found herself in Ian Linton’s hands.
At first, she didn’t even realize what was happening and thanked Ian, until she noticed his smirking gaze, and her mind, still fogged from the collision, finally grasped the situation—
She had been kidnapped by Ian Linton.
It was even possible that the car accident had been orchestrated by Ian. Updates are released by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩
This possibility was so bizarre as to be unbelievable, but it wasn’t until Ian confessed his deep affection that she understood how twisted the emotions of the man in front of her had become.
Perhaps "twisted" wasn’t even the right word anymore; it was madness.
Daisy Ginger frowned and closed her eyes in frustration.
She had never encountered anything so beyond reason, especially since Ian Linton was already married to Chloe Brooke.
She didn’t know how long had passed when the tightly closed door was gently opened.
The man walked in slowly. Upon seeing the barely touched food on the table, he sighed softly. He walked to the bed, lowered his head, and looked at the woman lying there.
She seemed to be asleep, her breathing steady, but her delicate brow was furrowed, likely due to her unhealed leg injury, leaving her complexion pale.
She had endured so much over the past few days.
Ian Linton thought, unable to suppress the pity in his heart, as he leaned down, trying to kiss her bloodless, chapped lips.
Just as his lips were about to touch hers, Daisy Ginger’s eyes snapped open. Her arm hooked around his neck, and a hand emerged from under the blanket, thrusting something sharp toward his neck—
She had a chopstick?!
This thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning, not even lasting half a second, before Ian Linton tore away the arms entwined around him. The sharp object in Daisy’s hand grazed his cheek, leaving a deep slash across his pale face.
The blood droplets almost seemed to splatter out, sprinkling diagonally onto the bedding, leaving a vivid red stain.
For a moment, the only sound in the air was the two of them gasping for breath.