30 Days of Passion and Revenge-Chapter 95: A Love Unrequited

"Lily, go get your checkup," Ethan said, sitting up straight and suppressing the dull pain in his chest. He leaned down and kissed her lips, his breath carrying the scent of noodles as it brushed across her clean, well-defined face.

Having a top-tier doctor dedicate all his time to a minor stomach issue for her...

That was quite the luxury.

"I know."

Lily nodded slightly, but before she could take more than a couple of steps, Nanny gently pressed her into a wheelchair.

Dr. Joel was a Russian man in his forties. He had sharp, deep-set features and a rather good-natured disposition.

When Lily saw him, his face was bruised and swollen... clearly, he had been beaten.

After a series of tests, Dr. Joel sat behind his desk and said, "Based on these results, we will prepare a targeted treatment plan. You can pick up the report tomorrow."

"Actually, my stomach issue isn’t that serious, right?" Lily couldn’t help but ask.

With Ethan being so overprotective, she was starting to feel like her stomach issue was a much bigger deal than it was.

Who travels from another country to Denmark for a stomach issue... It felt like such an overreaction.

"Stomach problems are chronic and require careful management—they can’t be rushed," Dr. Joel explained.

I’m not the one rushing; Ethan is impatient, Lily thought to herself.

She never considered her stomach issue to be that big of a deal...

"I need to see the treatment report tonight," Ethan’s voice suddenly cut in.

Ethan was also in a wheelchair, and two attractive nurses were sitting on either side of him when Lily turned her head in surprise.

Dr. Joel visibly tensed when he saw Ethan standing up from his desk and bowing repeatedly in a nervous, almost panicked manner.

Pushing the two wheelchairs out of Dr. Joel’s office side by side. They moved silently; neither the nurses nor Nanny dared say a word.

Ethan held Lily’s hand tightly, his other hand still attached to an IV drip.

"Why is Dr. Joel so scared of you?" Lily asked curiously.

Ethan’s deep gaze lingered on her face, and he replied in a casual, arrogant tone, "I asked him to come back to the country with me. He didn’t want to, so I had a few of my bodyguards chat with him."

"A little chat?" Lily repeated his words skeptically. "The bruises on his face—are you the one who hit him?!"

She had thought those injuries were courtesy of Ethan’s father...

"Hmm, he probably got scared by my father and quickly gave in."

"But you’re injured now, and we can’t return home that soon anyway." Did he have to beat up Dr. Joel so soon...

Not that it’s ever okay to beat someone up.

Spending so much time with Ethan was starting to warp her thinking—she was becoming more and more like him.

"We’ll stay for at most two weeks. Then we’ll head back."

He couldn’t stand staying in Europe any longer.

Here, his father’s influence was vast and inescapable, and Ethan couldn’t escape his control.

"..."

At most, two weeks?

Did he think that broken ribs were on par with her sprained ankle? That they would heal in just two weeks?

Instead of returning to the hospital room, Nanny and the nurses wheeled them out of the hospital building.

Behind the hospital was a beautiful garden. Patients sat in small groups, chatting. In the center, an elderly man played the saxophone, his large body swaying along with the music.

Copenhagen—even the hospitals here had a romantic atmosphere...

"Can you play the saxophone?" Lily asked suddenly.

"No," Ethan snorted through his nose. "What’s the point of blowing into a lousy instrument?"

"But I think men who play the saxophone are quite romantic."

Lily stared intently at the elderly man, utterly absorbed in his music, speaking absentmindedly.

"Romantic?!" Ethan glared disdainfully at the elderly man, whose body swayed as he played. "Lily, has your taste sunk this low?"

Why did this have to turn into an issue about her taste?

Lily decided to ignore him and continued watching the old man play as more patients gathered to listen, some even applauding.

See? Lily thought. It’s not just me—many people share my ’low taste.’

When the song ended, Lily clapped along with the others. The old man broke into a bit of dancing, making the crowd laugh.

"Do you like the saxophone?" Ethan suddenly asked.

Their two wheelchairs were side by side, and his hand enveloped hers as though they were inseparable.

"It’s alright," Lily replied casually with a nod.

Her favorite instrument was the piano because Alex played it with such focus. It was captivating.

Like a prince, his pale fingers would dance across the black and white keys, producing beautiful music.

The saxophone...

Are men who play the saxophone really romantic? Ethan wondered, furrowing his brow.

Before being brought into the Blackwood family, he was a complete delinquent. After that, he studied finance, business management, and corporate governance. He had no interest in the frivolous pursuits of music, instruments, or anything else.

Maybe... it wouldn’t hurt to learn.

Suddenly, warm lips pressed against her hand.

Lily turned in surprise, only to find Ethan kissing her hand. Then, his tongue gently licked her fingers, sending a tingling sensation through her body.

Ethan lifted his gaze, his deep eyes brimming with barely concealed desire.

This incorrigible man...

With his broken ribs limiting his movements, all Ethan could do was kiss and tease her. This frustrated him to no end.

Her period had already passed, but Ethan still couldn’t touch her.

This irritated him so much that he nearly smashed the bedside table, but even that tiny movement would hurt his ribs—forget about breaking things.

The afternoon sun poured into the room, warming the hospital bed.

Lily was forced to stay in bed with Ethan, lying side by side as he hugged her shoulders, leaning against the headboard.

She was holding a novel, reading quietly. It would have been a peaceful and heartwarming scene.

If only Ethan’s hand wasn’t wandering over her body under the blanket.

She was trying to focus on her book, but his hand ignited fires all over her body.

It’s only been a few days, and he’s already this desperate? She couldn’t even concentrate on her reading.

"Read it aloud to me. I want to hear," Ethan ordered, sounding like a strict teacher. His hand continued its mischievous explorations under the blanket, teasing and caressing her.

Lily endured his roaming hands, forcing herself to focus on the novel. "In the dark chamber at the top of the old monastery tower..."

Her soft and soothing voice completely differed from Vanessa Mitchell’s seductive tone. It was pure and pleasant to listen to.

Such a pure voice.

Ethan held her shoulder with one arm, his face against her soft hair. His low and seductive voice whispered, "Keep going."

She would have if his other hand wasn’t continually distracting her.

Lily struggled to continue reading. "The two of them huddled close together, silently listening to the storm raging outside the tower."

Lily gasped, nearly jumping.

"Why’d you stop?" Ethan asked coldly, his voice thick with desire.

How dare he ask why?! How could he have the nerve to ask that?

Lily glared at him in frustration. "Where are your hands?!"

"Where?" Ethan leaned in and kissed her face, his dark eyes fixed on her, his voice dripping with suggestive undertones. "Your body—where can’t my hands be?"

His teasing hand was tracing slow circles on her abdomen, its warmth radiating through her...

His hand wandered to a softer part of her body the next second.

"Let go!" Lily tossed the book aside and pushed his hand away, furrowing her brows in anger. "Ethan, you’re injured! Can’t you stop being so perverted for once? Don’t you care that you might end up paralyzed?!"

He was like a wild animal, completely uncontrollable.

Nothing else seemed to matter.

Ethan frowned in frustration as she pushed his hand away. "Lily, men are naturally lustful. Besides, you’re my woman. Why can’t I be perverted with you?"

That he said this with such confidence and self-assurance made Lily want to scream.

She was beyond frustrated and tried to get out of bed. But Ethan grabbed her shoulder before she could, forcing her back down.

"Lily, you..." Ethan roughly pinned her down, his arm holding her in place. His eyes burned into hers, but his chest throbbed in pain, making him groan. "Ugh—"

Seeing the pain on his face, Lily stopped struggling, her voice softening with concern. "Ethan, can’t you control yourself?"

What nonsense!

If he could control himself, would he be in this state?

He had been holding her close for days without being able to do anything, and it was driving him mad.

Lying stiffly on her, Ethan didn’t move for a moment. He pressed his hand against his chest before finally giving up, rolling onto his back with a pale face.

Seeing his pallor, Lily quickly sat up, her face filled with worry. "Are you alright? Does it hurt? Should I call the doctor?"

"Call who?" Ethan scoffed.

Those doctors were all useless. The last thing he wanted was a bunch of men poking and prodding him.

Ethan grabbed the pill bottle from the bedside table, poured out a painkiller, and swallowed it dry. Sweat beaded on his forehead from the pain he was trying to suppress.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Lily asked, concerned, as she wiped the sweat from his face with a clean handkerchief. "You should let the doctor check on you."

"How should I explain to the doctor—whether in English or Chinese—how I injured myself?" Ethan asked, his voice laced with sarcasm as he endured the pain, his eyes glinting with amusement.

His blunt words made her face flush with embarrassment. She threw off the blanket and prepared to get out of bed.

But Ethan grabbed her wrist once again.

"Lily, come here and kiss me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Incorrigible man.

Lily turned back and knelt on the bed, glaring at him. She couldn’t help but ask, "Ethan, is sex really that important to you?"

It wasn’t what she had initially thought—he didn’t love her.

Did he only love her body?

Was all this just because he had found a perfect match in bed? Was there no other reason?

Why was it that, whenever they were together, this was the only thing on his mind?!

Weren’t those D-cup and E-cup actresses enough for him?

She was utterly confused.

"Is it not important to you?" Ethan asked in return, lifting his hand to grip her chin. His eyes were filled with lust as his breath fanned across her well-defined face. "I clearly remember... the one who moaned so sweetly was you."