I moved slightly out of his embrace and turned to look at my knee.
But with tearful eyes, I couldn’t see clearly.
Daniel Carter looked down at and actually smiled, "Still crying? Is it that terrifying?"
I hated him in my heart, hated him for putting through such ’torture,’ so I didn’t want to pay attention to him.
He didn’t mind and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to , "Do you want to wipe it yourself, or should I help you?"
Pouting, I resentfully grabbed the handkerchief and wiped my tears.
Once I cald down a bit, just as I wanted to push him away and pretend to be strong, the doctor ca over again, "The needles need to be adjusted, don’t worry, it won’t hurt."
Watching the thin steel needles pulling at the swollen flesh, moving up and down in the doctor’s hands, I instinctively felt fear and quickly turned to bury myself in his embrace again.
"Pain... Tss—"
Daniel Carter seed to be laughing, as I noticed the vibration from his abdon.
"Doctor, be gentle." He reminded softly.
"The movents are very gentle, there will be a slight aching and swelling sensation, which is normal." The doctor replied.
I didn’t respond, because I couldn’t speak; just enduring that discomfort exhausted all my energy.
The treatnt lasted forty minutes, during which I clung to Daniel Carter and cried for forty minutes, soaking the clothes on his abdon.
After the treatnt was done, he looked at the watermark on his clothes and jokingly said, "If my abdon catches cold, it’s thanks to your tears."
My eyes were still moist, and I glanced at him, surely looking tearful and pitiful at that mont.
I complained discontentedly, "You seem quite happy to see suffer, don’t you have any humanity?"
He slightly straightened his posture, his mouth curled in a mock disdain, "Sneaking out to play without informing , this is your couppance."
"..." I pressed my lips, unable to respond.
By the ti we left the hospital, it was already eleven at night.
I still couldn’t walk, so Daniel Carter carried back to the car.
I was too lazy to struggle anymore, after crying in his arms for so long earlier, trying to clarify the relationship now would be too lodramatic.
"What should I do? Take you ho or temporary stay at my place?"
Daniel Carter asked as he got into the car, looking at .
My ears twitched, my face stunned, and I stared at him.
Temporary stay at his place?
What does that an?
Does it an ’cohabiting’ directly?
Realizing my misunderstanding, Daniel Carter quickly explained, "Don’t overthink, I just thought you needed soone to take care of you."
I blinked and regained myself, saying softly, "Ho, I can manage myself, if it’s not possible, I’ll find a friend to co over."
The divorce case with Adrian Gordon hasn’t settled yet, even if I’m not resisting contact with Daniel Carter at this mont, the idea of ’cohabitation’ is still absolutely impossible.
It’s a matter of principle.
Daniel Carter looked at , then smiled faintly, "Alright, I’ll take you ho."
On the way, I was drowsy.
Having been troubled by pain all day and tense during the treatnt just now, now that the pain had eased and my body relaxed, I felt utterly exhausted, with heavy eyelids.
"If you want to sleep, take a nap, I’ll call you when we get there." Daniel Carter said softly, as I jolted awake drowsily.
I glanced at him without speaking, my head tilted as I fell into a deep sleep.
In a daze, my shaking head found support.
Heavy sleepiness made lazy to lift my eyelids, so I naturally leaned my body weight over.
I didn’t know how long I slept during the drive, but when I woke up, I felt exceptionally calm inside.
That short dream was sweet and comforting, perhaps because I leaned against Daniel Carter.
"Can you walk now?" The car stopped steadily, Daniel Carter got out first and walked around to open my door.
I lifted my leg to feel and hurriedly said, "I can walk, acupuncture helped."
I had to admit, the doctor Daniel Carter found was indeed skilled.
The acupuncture looked daunting, but its effect was remarkable; after one treatnt, I felt significant pain relief.
Daniel Carter responded, standing by the car door, waiting cautiously as I stepped down.
I walked very slowly, with him holding the dicine in one hand and pinching my arm with the other.
A few short steps took several minutes.
After we got upstairs into my apartnt, he was still cautious, "Can you manage washing up and going to the bathroom alone tonight?"
I thought, even if I couldn’t, so what? Would he stay to help wash or support going to the bathroom?
I couldn’t say that, so I responded confidently, "I can, don’t worry."
"So, shall I leave?"
"Hmm..."
I nodded, standing there.
Because of my limited mobility, I didn’t go to the door to see him off, just watched him longingly, pondering so things in my mind.
Daniel Carter looked at a few tis, presumably still worried.
But given our current relationship, he certainly couldn’t suggest staying overnight.
Last ti I was drunk, which was unexpected.
Now we’re both sober, if he stays overnight, no one can guarantee what might happen.
After a brief awkward pause, he turned to walk towards the door.
I panicked inside and instinctively called out, "Hey!"
He turned around at the sound of my voice, his face showing so fluctuations, "What’s up? Is there sothing else?"
"I..." I swallowed, looking at him, my hands uneasily twisting together, and said in a low voice, "This morning, you were angry, right...? I’m sorry... I should have told you in advance."
Daniel Carter turned around to face squarely, but didn’t move closer.
That handso, mature face was calm, even his gaze was reserved and deep.
He stared at , pondered for a mont, and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell why you’ve been deliberately distant from these past few days?"
I was stunned, my gaze faltering.
So he noticed again.
Of course, as sharp and intelligent as he is, how could he not feel it?
He pressed further: "Is it because you haven’t t soone for the second trial and want to avoid suspicion, or did soone say sothing to you?"
My heart was even more startled.
He’s too smart!
He actually guessed that soone said sothing to .
I grew more conflicted, thinking of my aunt’s and grandmother’s words, thinking of the recent comnts in the circle about , torn in my heart.
"Daniel, you’re right, I’m a coward... I’ve thought it through seriously, the gap between us is too big, even if you don’t care, your family doesn’t care, once our relationship is confird, once it’s public, there will be a lot of rumors outside, which is not good for you and your family."
Daniel frowned and walked toward .
The faint sense of pressure instantly hit .
But my legs couldn’t move, so my heart retreated, my feet still stuck in place.
He stopped two steps away from , showing deep confusion and puzzlent between his handso brows: "Why does my love life need the public’s approval?"
"It’s not about needing public approval, but at the very least I can’t tarnish your reputation, make you a laughing stock in the circle, right? Otherwise, I’d feel... very upset." I tried to explain, but found I couldn’t find the right words.
I feel like if I didn’t like him that much, I wouldn’t think so much.
At this mont, I finally understand the saying — liking is possession, love is restraint.
My feelings for Daniel Carter, in just a few months, surpassed the six or seven years I spent with Adrian Gordon.
I’ve fallen in love with him, which is why I’m so trembling with fear, so worried.
I don’t know if I should say I’ve moved on too quickly, or if Daniel is just too charming.
"You’re so outstanding, how could you tarnish my reputation?" He raised his hand and actually pinched my face, smiling indulgently, "Lily, be a little selfish sotis, you’ll live happier."
I looked up at him, my heart’s defenses continuing to crumble.
"It’s late, hurry up and wash up and go to sleep. I’ll co see you tomorrow." After pinching my face, his large hand lightly squeezed my shoulder, instructing in a low voice.
I nodded, "Mm, then you should head back."
I watched him turn and leave, and after closing the door, I let out a long breath and sat down by the dining table.
My legs still hurt, but since they had been hurting all day, they were already a bit numb, and the pain was much relieved compared to during the day.
It was cold, and I was too lazy to bathe, so I just washed up a bit, then struggled to move to the bed, lifting my legs onto it, slowly straightening them, lying down stiffly.
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Early the next morning, I woke up to unread ssages on WeChat.
Daniel Carter sent a ssage at seven, asking what I wanted for breakfast.
Although I really enjoy this kind of care, I also feel like the more I trouble him, the more I owe him, and the harder it will be to repay later.
So, I replied: [Wennie Lane is coming today, you go ahead with your own things.]
After sending the ssage, I felt uneasy again.
I worried whether these words would make him angry again, make him think I’m distancing myself from him...
Suddenly, the phone rang, he was calling.
I hesitated for two seconds before answering, "Hello..."
"Are you sure you’ve told your friend, and your friend is coming to take care of you?"
"Mm, I told her last night." In fact, I hadn’t had a chance to say it, but only by "lying" like this could he put aside his worries, right?
"Okay, then I’ll head to the office first, I’ll pick you up after I’m done with work, you still need treatnt today."
I was startled, only then rembering I had to go to the hospital for traditional Chinese dicine treatnt today.
"Umm... I think I’m feeling much better today, could I not go?" I was really afraid of acupuncture, recalling the scene made anxious.
"No, if this injury isn’t fully treated, it will leave a root problem and be troubleso later." He firmly refused.
"..."
"Around ten o’clock, I’ll co to pick you up."
"Alright... you focus on your work."
After hanging up, thinking about having to do acupuncture made howl into my pillow, tears almost flowing.
Feeling upset, I went ahead and told Wennie Lane about my wretched string of bad luck.
Upon learning, Wennie Lane rushed over to my place imdiately.
Seeing how badly I had fallen, she looked distressed and pained: "You’ve had such a year, you should find so ti to pray at a temple, change your luck."
I asked curiously, "Will it work?"
"Well, if you’re sincere, it will work."
I just smiled and brushed it off.
I believe more that fate is in my own hands.
Wennie Lane stayed and had breakfast with , upon knowing that Daniel Carter would co pick up for treatnt, she couldn’t resist gossiping and teasing again.
At ten thirty in the morning, Daniel Carter indeed showed up on ti.
Wennie Lane was very bold, when she saw Daniel enter, she went straight to the point and asked, "Mr. Carter, when did you start liking Lily?"
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