I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind-Chapter 65 - 63: He’ll Obediently Eat Anything I Feed Him
For the past twenty-some years, Kian Keller had always been a loner. The only person who could be called a friend was Silas Grant, but the two were more like business partners.
He didn’t like making friends because he disliked people who looked so... vibrant and full of life.
People just like Mia Grant was right now.
The Keller Family was a century-old clan, but he was the sole heir of his generation. From a young age, he had carried a much heavier burden than his peers.
The reason he’d never liked dealing with Yates Donovan was partly because he found Yates too slick, and partly because of... jealousy. Or perhaps it was envy?
He couldn’t tell the difference himself.
They were the same age, and both their families were massive institutions, yet Yates Donovan had lived a life of absolute freedom.
Yates could play whenever he wanted and cause trouble whenever he felt like it. He could make mistakes, get into scrapes, and had no worries or restrictions.
And then there was him...
The Keller elders were devout believers in gods and buddhas. Their thinking was antiquated, feudal, and rigid.
His mother had given birth to him prematurely, and his health had been poor since childhood. The elders invited a grandmaster, who proclaimed that his fate was ill-omened and that he was destined for tribulation. Without a second thought, the family elders tossed him into a monastery.
And so, his entire childhood was spent in that monastery, listening to the drone of chanting sutras and the ringing of bells...
He had no playmates. Before returning to the Keller Family, he believed that all children his age were supposed to be just like him.
Just as lonely, just as independent, their true natures just as suppressed.
But then, he met Yates Donovan.
Their families were close for generations, so they met often.
When Kian did something wrong, the elders would take up a disciplinary ruler and strike his palms. They would make him kneel for hours, make him go hungry, force him to stand in a corner, or lock him in confinement...
But when Yates made a mistake, the Donovan Family would only pretend to chide him, their tone laced with affection, terrified of upsetting their little hellion.
Later, when he started school, he discovered that Yates Donovan was not an anomaly.
At the elite school he attended, everyone was happy.
It turned out he was the exception, not Yates.
He, too, had tried to be like Yates and his other peers—to play with wild abandon, to laugh loudly, to run freely, to do whatever he wanted in his own world...
But every time, a voice in his head would tell him that it was wrong, that it was undignified.
He was the eldest grandson of the Keller Family. His every word and action represented the entire clan, and he could not do anything that would bring shame to the family or cause it to lose face.
He couldn’t show even the slightest hint of immaturity.
No matter his age, he had to be an adult.
Gradually, he gave up the thought of trying other ways of life, completely imprisoned by the shackles that bound him, unable to move.
It was what he deserved.
’That’s what he got for being a Keller.’
That was why he disliked people like Yates Donovan—so flamboyant and unrestrained.
In his previous interactions with Mia Grant, she had mostly seemed broken, someone to be pitied.
This lively side of her was a rare sight indeed.
The smile on her face was blinding.
More searing than the sunlight outside.
And yet, he couldn’t look away.
His hand, gripping the armrest of his wheelchair, gradually relaxed.
Noticing he was no longer resisting, Mia Grant took his hand, the smile in her eyes deepening.
Seeing this, the butler let out a long sigh of relief.
「In the dining room.」
Mia Grant sat down beside Kian Keller as the butler directed the servants to bring out breakfast.
Kian Keller’s three daily meals were always Chinese-style. They consisted mostly of medicinal dishes, carefully planned by his nutritionist, and were different from what she ate.
Kian Keller didn’t touch his chopsticks.
Mia Grant sat beside him, waiting for a moment. She then glanced at the food on the table and seemed to figure out why.
She turned and asked the butler, "Where are the sweet potato pancakes? Didn’t I save two?"
’I couldn’t bring myself to finish them earlier. I’d meant to pack them up, but I left in such a hurry that I forgot.’
’Oh well. Guess Kian Keller gets them.’
The sweet potato pancakes had just been reheated, and they were so hot Mia winced.
Sucking in a sharp breath, she broke off a small piece, blew on it, and then held it to Kian Keller’s lips.
"Miss Grant..." The butler took a step forward.
’The Master has severe germaphobia. Never mind that she blew on it, but Miss Grant isn’t even wearing gloves!’
Mia Grant let out a strange "huh?" and turned her head, looking at him in confusion.
The butler opened his mouth, then closed it. Mia Grant caught on, let out an "Oh," and withdrew her hand.
’I almost forgot. This guy’s such a handful.’
The next second, she felt a warm touch on her fingertips.
Her hand trembled in surprise, and she whipped her head around to look. The piece of sweet potato pancake she had held to Kian Keller’s lips was gone.
Her gaze slowly moved up, and she saw the man’s lips moving in small motions.
’A young master from a proper, distinguished family sure eats elegantly. He’s even more "ladylike" than I am. What a sight.’
After he finished, Mia Grant broke off another piece and fed it to him.
He didn’t hesitate. His lips brushed against her fingers as he took the food and chewed slowly.
Mia Grant’s eyes lit up, and she continued to feed him.
Even after feeding him both sweet potato pancakes, she still hadn’t had her fill.
’No wonder all those rich guys in novels and TV shows love feeding their little lovers.’
’So this is what it feels like...’
’They’ll obediently eat whatever you feed them.’
’Damn. That’s an instant shot of control.’
The butler was an observant man and immediately brought over some congee for her to continue feeding him.
After finishing one bowl, Mia Grant wanted to feed him another, but the butler said he couldn’t eat too much for breakfast.
"The Master is full."
"Is he?" Mia Grant looked at Kian Keller. His expression was impassive, and he hadn’t shown any resistance. ’He’s full?’
The butler sighed helplessly and whispered in her ear, "The Master will feel unwell if he eats too much for breakfast."
"Besides, even if you fed him a whole pot right now, the Master would eat it all."
Hearing this, Mia Grant was tempted. ’I really want to try that.’
’Too bad I still have a shred of decency.’
While Kian Keller was rinsing his mouth, the butler pulled Mia Grant aside.
"What’s up?"
"Miss Grant, would you consider staying here for a few more days?"
"Weren’t you just trying to kick me out?"
’Talk about a quick change of heart. I wonder if that rock I threw earlier knocked some sense into him.’
"That’s because the Master didn’t want you to see him injured."
"Then why are you asking me to stay?"
"Because the Master will only eat when you’re here. He really hasn’t eaten in a long time. These past few days, he’s been surviving entirely on IV fluids."
"An illness can strike like a collapsing mountain. You’ve seen the Master’s current condition..."
Mia Grant frowned. ’No wonder he’s lost so much weight.’
"But I have classes."
She checked the time and said, "I can skip my morning classes, but not the afternoon ones."
"Then I can arrange for a car to pick you up in the evening?"
Thinking about his hidden corruption value, Mia Grant scratched her head. "I guess that works."
’To be safe, I should probably keep being Kian Keller’s feeder for another couple of days.’
’Besides, he’s half-incapacitated already. It’s not like he can stir up any trouble.’
Once Kian Keller had cleaned up, Mia Grant pushed him out to the backyard to get some sun.
He had no right to refuse.
’After all, in his current state, it’s not like he could just get up and run away, could he?’
Not long after the two arrived in the backyard, a commotion arose from the courtyard.
Mia Grant squinted into the distance. A group of police officers in dark uniforms had burst into the front hall, guns in hand.
