Chapter 258: Unt.i.tled

She peered at him out of her peripheral vision but did not attempt to stop his glee.

A scream was heard behind them out of the blue, followed by some frantic voices.

The woman was about to turn her head unconsciously to have a look when her man caught hold of her head with his hand, pulled her into the car, and sped away.

He couldn't care less about the commotion behind them.

Sister Liu felt dizzy from the fiasco.

Her head spinning, she slumped on her b.u.t.t on the floor, almost unable to sit up straight.

“Sister Liu, are you alright? Sister Liu?”

The waitress had an ugly hematoma on her head by then.

“Sister Liu, are you alright?” her buddies asked her worriedly.

“What an embarra.s.sment! Throw her out!” The Prison Chief commanded with a sulking face as he watched the woman making a scene in front of him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Chief! Chief!” She got up and tried to give chase, stumbling along unsteadily. Alas, everyone had left by then, leaving her all alone out in the cold…

The sky had turned dark by the time they reached the hotel in the city center and the lady had dozed off in her husband's arms.

Once the man opened the door to their room with her lying in his arms, he carefully made his way across the room in the dark. He did not activate the electricity with the hotel card for fear that he would disturb her. After putting her down on the bed, he removed her outerwear and her boots.

He realized how cold her feet were once he removed her shoes.

His face sank instantly. After covering her with the quilt, he went to the bathroom to prepare a basin of hot water.

Only the bedside lamp and a dim light were illuminating the room at that moment.

A few minutes later, the man placed her feet in the basin of hot water to warm her lower limbs. The woman woke up and asked groggily, “Mo Jiangye, what are you doing?”

He picked her up in his arms. “Why didn't you tell me that you were feeling cold?”

“But I'm not feeling cold.”

If she isn't feeling cold, then why are her feet so icy to the touch?

Her hands were clammy too. Now, he had ensured that she had a heating pad at all times, except when he carried her from the car to the room. Can her hands turn cold so easily?

“Drink this.” He poured her a gla.s.s of soy milk.

“Did you really bring all the soy milk back from that place?”

“I bought these. I paid for these drinks.”

“…”

CLICK! The man turned on the light inside the room.

After the woman finished her drink, he carried her up again in his arms.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Giving you a bath.”

“Bath?”

“Yes.”

Since warming her feet wouldn't suffice, then he would give her a warm bath.

She pushed his head away. “I'll do it later. You can have a bath first.”

She was so sleepy that she would prefer not to move.

“This won't do. Do you want to get sick?” He looked upset.

“I'll prepare some hot water for you. You can dip in the water for a while more.”

He regretted bringing her over to that place. It had been too cold for her.

“I don't wanna bathe now.”

“Then how about soaking your feet first?” he asked with a glimpse.

“Alright.” She nodded groggily.

Before long, the man had brought her to the bathroom again. He was really worried that she might catch a cold.

She did not know when he had done that, but the bathtub was already filled with soothing, warm water by the time she entered the bathroom. The mist coming from the steaming tub of water warmed her up immediately.

“You can leave now,” she said with a yawn.

Smiling, he pa.s.sed her a bath towel and reminded her once more. “Alright, remember to dip in the hot water until you can see the perspiration on your skin.”

Upon taking the towel from him, she pushed him out of the bathroom. “Okay, I know what to do.”

The man suddenly held the door frame when he reached the room, refusing to barge in further.

“What's wrong?”