Chapter 369
Disregarding Vincent’s haughty demeanor, Mila grabbed the hair dryer and lamped across the room to the adjacent caregiver’s bed. It had been her makeshift sleeping area for the past two days. Vincent was placed in a VIP ward, and this particular bed was generously sized, offering ample space for her to rest comfortably. During these days, Mila devoted herself to taking care of Vincent, and the physical toll it took on her was significant. Overcome with fatigue, she quickly succumbed to sleep as soon as she lay down, enveloping the room in a sudden, deep silence.
Vincent, meanwhile, was nursing a sulk. After noticing the prolonged stillness, curiosity got the better of him and he turned to find Mila’s face tranquil in sleep. Despite his aversion to her, a soft sigh escaped him as he whispered to himself, “Heartless” Compelled by a reluctant concern, he rose slowly, approached her bedside, and tenderly draped the quilt over her. Subsequently, he seated himself by the window and watched her sleep with a captivated gaze.
He had often envisioned such a moment over the years. Although he had outwardly seemed to forget her, he was acutely aware that in the solitude of night, his thoughts invariably drifted to her with intense longing. Regret gnawed at him for his previous resolute stance. Now that she was back. he resolved never to let her go again. As he gazed at her sleeping form, his eyes held a possessive glint. Gently, he traced her features with his fingers before leaning down to place a tender kiss on her forehead. The exhaustion of the past two days meant Mila did not awaken, her body shifted slightly in a reflexive response before settling back into slumber. Vincent smiled warmly, then stood and made his way to the nurse’s station to procure some ointment to alleviate pain and swelling. Returning to the room, be carefully lifted the quilt to expose Mila’s ankles, revealing the distinct swelling and a bruise that had formed.
As he applied the omment, Vincent muttered under h
breath. “You really know how to put on a tough front. There was a time when he would have felt compelled to console her had she been in this state, but now she remained mute. Vincent maintained his vigil by Mila’s bedside until midnight, reapplying the ointment whenever he sensed any discomfort in her legs. Only in the early hours of the morning did he finally retire to
his own bed
The following morning, Mila’s eyes fluttered open to find Vincent’s intense gaze fixed upon her. Startled, she sat up, confusion written across her face, and inquired. “What’s the matter? Are you hungry!” As she began to rise from the bed, she added, “Wait a moment. Il fetch us something to
Over the past few days, they had both been eating in the hospital cafeteria. While the food was hardly gourmet, it was bland and suitable for patients. Just as Mila was about to stand, Vincent quickly interjected, “You don’t need to go. I’ve asked Queena to bring food here” Then, turning his attention to her feet, he asked, “How are they feeling now!!
Mila tentatively moved her ankle, surprised to find it less swollen and painful than expected. At that moment, she detected a faint medicinal scent and noticed a tube of ointment that hadn’t been there the night before. Mila glanced at Vincent, who seemed expectant of recognition, and quickly pieced together the events of the night. She looked up and said directly. “It was you who applied the ointment to me last night”
Vincent raised his eyebrows, his expression one of meaningful acknowledgment. “Yeah, I stayed up until midnight, ensuring that you might be able to walk today”
“Thank you” Mila hurriedly thanked lum.
At this, Vincent’s expression darkened as he replied grudly, I don’t want to hear thanks. I want gratitude shown through actions.”
Confused by his words, Mila responded, “What do you mean by actions? These days, his temper was always on edge, almost as if he would never be satisfied
“Come here,” he commanded. Mila obeyed, gingerly managing her improved but still tender feet. As she reached the edge of the bed, she used her hands to support herself and lessen the pressure on her feet. Vincent was reclining, watching the space between them. He then instructed further, “Come closer and bend down”
Mila complied with his request. As she drew closer, a pair of strong hands suddenly materialized behind her head, and she felt a compelling force drawing her downward. The pressure on her injured feet became unbearable, causing her to fall toward the man lying on the bed. Their lips inadvertently met, and she was immediately enveloped by the man’s fresh scent. Mila’s cheeks flushed with a deep crimson hue as she became acutely aware of the proximity. She was simultaneously shy and concerned about potentially aggravating his wounds, so she arched her body away cautiously.
Outside the room, the sound of medical staff moving about hinted that someone could enter at any moment. Mila felt the urge to pull away, but the grip on the back of her head tightened. Vincent then explored her mouth more deeply, indulging in the flavors and thoughts he had been craving all day. Since witnessing a particular scene the previous night, this moment had been on his mind, and he had restrained himself until now. After a few minutes, sensing Mila’s fading strength, he finally released her. Looking at her slightly swollen lips, his desire was still apparent. “This is the way I want you to express your gratitude.”
Mila, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and frustration, puifed out her cheeks and confronted him. “I’ve tried my best to take care of you these two days, but I didn’t hear you say thank you.”
Vincent, acknowledging her point with a nod, admitted, “That’s true.” He conceded that he indeed owed her thanks. Almost immediately, before Mila could tract further, he seized the collar of her shirt and pulled her towards him once again. Caught off guard, she fell directly onto him, eliciting a grunt from Vincent. Close to her ear, he proposed, “To show my gratitude, I will allow you to kiss me.”
Their faces were ve inches apart, his breath warm against her skin. Overwhelmed by his forwardness, Mila bilinked rapidly, her heart racing with confusion and excitement. She pondered. What does lie mean? Why is he so provocative after just waking up? Is there a difference? He just wants a
Chapter 360
As they found themselves in this standoff. Queena entered the room, lunch box in hand. Her timing was impeccable. Upon seeing the compromising position on the bed, her eyes widened in shock. She approached with a curious gaze. “Vince, I’m not interrupting you two, am I?”
Quickly regaining her composure, Mila scrambled off the man and stepped back, visibly embarrassed, Vincent, visibly annoyed at the interruption. remarked dryly to his sister, Perfect timing”
Queena, almost at a loss for words, shook her head in mild reproach. “Even the miserable state you’re in right now can’t stop you from indulging yourself” At this moment, Mila began to unpack the breakfast Queena had broughs. As she was about to serve Vincent, Queena intervened, “Mila let me do that.” Understanding Mila’s difficulty with mobility due to her injured foot, Queena took the lunch box from her and sat down. She efficiently divided the meal into two portions, one for Vincent and one for Mila.
Mila quickly expressed her gratitude. Thank you, Queena. I can manage on my own.”
Queena responded gently, “No need for thanks. Your foot is still injured, so just tell me if you need anything Queena’s involvement had been requested by Vincent via a phone call in the middle of the previous night, expressing his concern for Mila’s foot injury and his hope that Queena could assist him going forward. Queena was supportive of her brother’s relationship with Mila, recognizing that if things continued positively, she might soon call Mila her sister-in–law. Consequently, she made a point to visit the hospital punctually every day.
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