Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 761 - 299. [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] The Beginning of the End (3)_4
Shocking.
The wrist bound with bandages...
Thinking of this, Lu Huai’an’s dark eyes turned a shade darker, but he lowered his head slightly, so Song Jingyuan couldn’t see anything.
She lifted her son’s arm and placed the porcelain bowl into his hand, saying gently, "The porridge is made by Mom. You feed Xiao Chu, and remember to be gentle. Girls are very fragile when they’re ill."
She gave Lu Huai’an a light pat on the shoulder, frowning as she warned, "Try saying those words to Xiao Chu again, and watch how I’ll deal with you!"
Song Jingyuan came from a scholarly family and always spoke gently, regardless of who she was talking to, so even her warnings were tender.
Lu Huai’an was pushed into Lin Chu’s bedroom, and the door was closed by Song Jingyuan from outside.
Lin Chu was lying on the side facing the door, so when Lu Huai’an looked up, their eyes met.
A moment of eye contact.
A bit awkward.
Lin Chu was the first to speak, breaking the silence. "If you’re unwilling, just leave it on the table. My right hand isn’t disabled; I can eat by myself."
Hmm, her tone was normal, without a trace of grievance.
Lu Huai’an walked to the bedside with long strides, his voice indifferent, "It’s your fault for injuring your left hand."
Lin Chu was completely covered within the thin quilt, only her dark eyes visible. She was used to Lu Huai’an’s indifferent demeanor, with no obvious sadness in her eyes.
Pressing her lips together, she said softly, "I know, so I don’t blame you."
It was unclear which word she had said wrong, but Lu Huai’an, who was originally calm and indifferent, suddenly became irritated, his distinctly jointed fingers grasping Lin Chu’s chin with such force that she almost thought he would crush her jawbone.
"Lu Huai’an, are you crazy?" Lin Chu’s beautiful brow furrowed as her small face scrunched up in pain.
She was lying on the pillow originally, but because of the man’s actions, her neck was twisted, and her head might be snapped at any moment.
She didn’t understand what had aggravated him, blinking innocently, her voice pitiful, "I’m a patient. Aunt Song asked you to take care of me, not abuse me."
The bowl was thrown onto the table, unsure if the porridge spilled...
Lu Huai’an leaned down, his indifferent handsome face approaching her.
During these days of illness, Lin Chu had mostly consumed medicine, so even her breath carried the bitterness of it, mingling with Lu Huai’an’s clean scent.
He sneered and asked, "If I ended you right here on this bed, you wouldn’t blame me, would you?"
His voice was slow and steady, with an underlying chill.
The pain from her chin was ignored by Lin Chu, as she stared blankly into the man’s deep black eyes, as if seeing her own reflection in his pupils clearly for the first time, taking a long time to come back to her senses.
Her lips moved slightly as she spoke softly, "You wouldn’t."
She had this voice inside her: Lu Huai’an, you like me, so... you wouldn’t do that to me.
...
Lin Chu didn’t know if Lu Huai’an was satisfied with her answer, or if he thought she was being self-delusional. Regardless, he didn’t say a word in the end.
Once his dark eyes’ shadow faded, he released the fingers pinching her jaw.
The quilt covering her was unexpectedly lifted, and Lin Chu instinctively shrank her arms, her cheeks flushing red as she shouted, "Lu Huai’an, I’m not dressed yet!"
Because of the injuries on her back, the household maids would come in every few hours to apply medicine, and to avoid any pain and for convenience, they hadn’t helped her put on any clothes.
Moreover, this was her room, and the only people who came in were Lin Zongjun and the female maids. Lin Zongjun was her dad, and he was discreet—even when he stayed by her bedside, she was always covered with a quilt, and each time the maids applied medicine, he would leave to give her privacy.
So not wearing anything wasn’t an issue.
But now...
Oh my god, she was completely naked in front of Lu Huai’an!
Compared to Lin Chu’s bashful and flustered state, Lu Huai’an appeared extremely composed, his sharply defined features showing no ripple of emotion. "I know you’re not dressed, why are you yelling?"
Other than those few whip marks being unsightly, the rest is somewhat worth looking at.
Her small face flushed, her eyes avoided his gaze out of shyness, and her long, curly eyelashes fluttered like little brushes.
Her upper body was slender but not bony, with beautiful lines.
With her arms tucked around herself, the small buns on her chest were pushed out, exposed to the air, holding a gentle allure under the soft light.
Lu Huai’an’s deep black eyes darkened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
He turned and found a loose nightdress from the wardrobe, returning to the bedside.
Then he slipped Lin Chu into the spaghetti strap nightdress, the whole process smooth and efficient.
Of course, he deliberately avoided touching the injuries on her back and the bandaged left wrist.
Unable to lean back, Lin Chu had to sit on the bed, her body already weak, and now feeling embarrassed from what just happened, she hung her head low.
Her long hair spread messily, making her look pitiful.
Lu Huai’an wasn’t in the mood to be gentle, scooping a spoonful of porridge and bringing it to Lin Chu’s mouth, saying indifferently, "Open your mouth."
In front of Lu Huai’an, Lin Chu had never been treated like this before. Even though his manner was cold and stiff, it was an unprecedented experience.
Despite having no appetite, Lin Chu obediently ate the entire bowl of porridge fed by his hand.
Throughout the process, neither of them spoke a word.
Once the task was complete, Lu Huai’an seemed unwilling to stay in this pink-filled bedroom a moment longer, heading out with the porcelain bowl.
When he held the doorknob, he heard Lin Chu, who was lying on the bed, softly call his name.
"Lu Huai’an."
He turned to face a pair of clear eyes. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
In his memory, Lin Chu was like a blaze, always creating some level of chaos every time she appeared before him, waiting for him to clean up.
She had endless things to say, chirping away, making his head ache, never once having been quiet.
Yet the Lin Chu he saw now was nothing like that.
Silent, ethereal, as if standing in a primeval forest.
She just gazed at him like that, and he waited a long time, never hearing more.
Someone in his head was reminding him: Lu Huai’an, this is Lin Chu.
The sharp contours of his features cooled instantly, seeming to have lost patience, he frowned as he spoke, "Do you have something to say or not?"
Lin Chu felt that the brief tenderness Lu Huai’an showed when feeding her porridge minutes ago was like an illusion.
Because she saw aversion in his eyes again, and instantly... hatred.
Her mind must have been muddled by the fever, creating such an illusion.
Lin Chu shifted her gaze aside, pressed her lips together, and asked softly, "Do you... need me to apologize to you?"
