The Unstoppable Comeback Of the Unrivaled Ex-Wife-Chapter 283 - 280
"What is wrong with you? What does it have to do with you if I am sick or whether I want to take the medicine or not? What are you doing being the bossy one here? Are you..."
"It seems like you need me to feed you, then."
The man smiled wryly and approached the woman slowly while making the gesture of wanting to "feed" her.
Joanna shuddered immediately.
Pinching her nose and frowning, she bit the bullet and tried to gulp it down in one go.
But it was damn so bitter! The woman looked up cautiously, wanting to find a chance to cheat, but her eyes met with Mr.Q’s deadly stare.
So, she could only lower her head and continued drinking the concoction.
’Oh God, why is my life so bitter, just like this concoction? I am in my own territory, yet I am still forced by a man to drink this? It is so unfair!"
Seeing Joanna struggle to drink the concoction, the man suddenly stood up and surveyed the room.
Then, he walked to the piano and sat down elegantly.
Then, like flowing water, his long, slender fingers ran across the keys while a beautiful tune slowly filled the room.
Joanna was taken aback.
She did not expect that the man whose nickname was Night Demon actually knew how to play the piano, not to mention that he was particularly good at it.His music was like a tranquilizer.
It calmed her restless heart, and she quietened down instantly.
What’s even more amazing was that her body felt less uncomfortable, and she felt soothed.
And the concoction did not seem to be that bitter anymore.
She took a deep breath and tilted her head, finishing the last drop.
The man continued playing the piano skillfully.
He was so focused that he closed his eyes and immersed himself in the music.
Joanna put the bowl on the bedside table and lay down, also closing her eyes.
Gradually, she fell asleep.
She had a beautiful dream under the beautiful tune.
She dreamed of her being in a colorful garden.
The air was fragrant with sweet flowers and grass, and the sky was blue.
She felt as if she was in heaven.
In the garden, she was smiling happily and holding her children’s hands each on one side.
They ran forward together, wanting to reach the end of the sky...
A tall man stood at the end of the white expanse, back facing them.
He seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time...
When Nancy came in and saw the empty bowl on the bedside table, she was very surprised.
"You are amazing, Mr.Q, to actually succeed in making Miss Joan finish the concoction.This is something I never managed to do for twenty years."
Meanwhile, the man happened to finish the song, but the beautiful music seemed to be still lingering in the air.
"Your young lady might look very powerful, but she is actually a child..."
He slowly closed the lid of the piano and said with a faint smile.
"Coaxing alone is not enough when dealing with a child."
Nancy looked at Joanna, who was sound asleep, and exclaimed, "You really have a way of doing things.Look at how well Miss Joan is sleeping.She hasn’t slept this well for a long, long time."
"Is she usually a bad sleeper?"
Mr.Q gazed at the sleeping woman with a complicated expression on his face.
"Yes.Miss Joan is a still woman, in fact, a very powerful young woman.She has experienced too many things and worries too much.So it is only normal that she has insomnia."
"Didn’t you try to cure it?"
Nancy sighed and said sadly, "We have tried all sorts of ways, from diet, medication, or the furnishing of her bedroom and the incense candles or whatever.We did everything we could think of, but the effect was only marginal.To be honest, I think this is something psychological!"
Mr.Q asked grimly, "What is that?"
"What else can it be? Ace Moran, of course!"
Nancy knitted her eyebrows tightly when she mentioned his name and sighed.
"You should know about Miss Joan’s previous marriage.She put a lot of effort into the marriage and was passionately devoted to her husband, but it turned out to be so ugly in the end...Women can be indestructible, but when it comes to love, it can easily become an obsession.Miss Joan is too stubborn.She has trapped herself in that failed marriage for so many years, yet she still has not come out of it."
Mr.Q remained silent for a long time.His facial expression was unreadable under the mask, but she could feel that his whole body was exuding coldness.
"So, you are saying that she still loves her ex-husband after all these years, and she cannot sleep because she misses him too much?"
"It is not like that."
Nancy shook her head.
"It is not necessarily love that keeps her from getting over him.She might just be unwilling to let go or simply cannot forget it."
"Unwilling to let go?"
"Yes.Feelings are like buying stocks.The more you invest, the harder it is to get out of.Once you start losing money, not only will you not stop, but you will gamble off more capital instead until you lose everything...There is such a huge hole in her heart that it won’t be easy for her to let go."
Nancy’s words were very philosophical and thought- provoking.
Mr.Q seemed to be deeply struck and said coldly, "You are right.Feelings are like buying stocks.Since it is difficult to predict the outcome, the only way to overcome it is not to invest too much in it.Out of a hundred, just invest one percent of your feelings.You will then be able to withdraw any time you want and naturally not be reluctant to give it up.
In confusion, Nancy looked at the man and asked cautiously, "What is your feeling toward Miss Joan then? If you only want to put one percent of your devotion into the relationship, I will suggest you not provoke her.Because once Miss Joan gets serious about it, she would have trouble getting out of it.She has suffered once because of love.I will not let her suffer again!"
"My devotion to her will depend on how much she loves me.It seems like all her love is still on her ex- husband, which makes me think that she won’t even spare me a bit."
"Absolutely.As long as Miss Joan’s heart is not cured, she won’t fall in love with another man and start a new relationship, and she will remain a depressed insomniac.This is really worrying!"
Nancy felt troubled thinking about this.She could not help but pat Mr.Q’s shoulder and said, "I’m rooting for you.Miss Joan’s willingness to bring you to Sun Island shows you have a special place in her heart.Try to make her fall in love with you sooner so her heartache cures naturally."
"This is not something I can do..." said Mr.Q tacitly, "
Whoever started the trouble should end it.
Since it is because of Ace, only he can cure her."
Joanna slept for a long time.
By the time she woke up, it was already late at night, and the room was lit with a dim lamp.
Mr.Q was lying on a recliner under the lamp with a book on him.
He seemed to be asleep.
She touched her forehead.
It was no longer hot.
She pushed away the blanket, got out of bed, and tiptoed to the man.
The scene of the fearsome Night Demon lying on a recliner and sleeping in her house with Maugham’s "The Moon and Sixpence" on him was rather...
peculiar! She cleared her mind and took a deep breath before waving in front of the man.The man remained still.
Judging from his breathing rate, he was indeed asleep, in deep sleep, in fact.
’GreatI she thought.
’No matter how cautious you are, you finally fall into my hands.Today, I shall see what kind of horrors lie beneath this mask."
Though Mr.Q had stated that those who saw his face would be slain, he was now asleep, and she could convince him that it was just a dream.
If she had seen his face, he would not kill her for a dream, right? Joanna bent down and traced the man’s perfectly chiseled cheeks with her long fingers.
Just as she was about to remove his mask, her wrist was restricted.
"What are you trying to do?"
His words seemed to crawl out of an ice dungeon.
