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Chapter 50
Jane stood there, completely taken aback by the intensity of the scorching and untamed kiss that had just been forcefully imprinted upon her lips. The air was heavy with the lingering aroma of tea, infusing the moment with an unexpected blend of sensations. Her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and anger, unable to fathom the audacity of this man’s actions.
Shaking off the initial shock, she mustered all her strength and delivered a firm pat on the man’s shoulder, hoping to assert her resistance. However, her attempts to break free were futile, as he adamantly refused to release his grip, imprisoning her within the force of his embrace.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the struggle continued, but gradually, the man’s grip began to weaken, his once unyielding strength ebbing away. Seizing the opportunity, Jane summoned her remaining strength and successfully pushed him away, reclaiming her freedom.
Drake stumbled, his body swaying unsteadily as if battling to regain his equilibrium after being caught off guard. His handsome face flushed a deep crimson, resembling a vibrant, boiled crab, the crimson hue spreading down his neck, mirroring the intensity of the
moment.
Wiping the remnants of the man’s touch from her lips, Jane glared at him with a mixture of anger and defiance. The taste of his audacity still lingered, intertwining with her indignation. Concern and guilt welled up within her as she recalled the cup of tea he had just consumed, and without hesitation, she hurriedly moved forward to support his trembling body.
“Drake, do you have a death wish? Even if you managed to drink it, you must be allergic! Are you aware that allergies can be fatal?”
Jane gazed at Drake’s troubled countenance, her heart softening at the sight of his flushed cheeks instead of the usual cold and stern look he bore.
“This time, you must remember.”
Jane felt a wave of helplessness wash over her as she realized that even at this crucial moment, he couldn’t let go of this matter.
“You’re so tedious,” she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration. “You’re willing to gamble with your own life over this.”
“Jane, I want you to etch me… etch me into your memory for the rest of your days!” With that heartfelt plea, Drake’s strength abandoned him, causing his body to crumple and collapse.
Jane swiftly rushed to his side, her arms wrapping around his weakened form as they both sank to their knees upon the unforgiving ground. Tears, like shimmering crystals, cascaded from the corners of her eyes. And at that moment, when he lay unconscious, Jane whispered a single word, her voice trembling with raw emotion.
“But I… as I reflect upon it… I’m afraid I’ll forget you.”
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In the hospital room, Jane stood by Drake’s side, her gaze fixed on the man resting on the bed. His face was gradually returning to its usual state, erasing the traces of pain and worry that had plagued him before. There was a hint of a shadow beneath his lush eyelashes as she observed him, captivated by the transformation she witnessed.
A thought escaped her lips, carried on a whisper, “These lashes…they’re real, aren’t they? How can they surpass the length of any girl’s?”
Her curiosity piqued, Jane extended her hand tentatively, as if drawn to examine the mystery behind Drake’s remarkably long eyelashes. But just as her fingertips were about to make contact, the man abruptly opened his eyes.
Caught off guard, her hand froze in mid–air, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She found herself ensnared in the depths of his penetrating gaze, a gaze that seemed to pierce through her very soul. At that moment, uncertainty enveloped her, leaving her at a loss for what to do next.
Under the intensity of the man’s stare, she slowly withdrew her hand, avoiding any further action that might seem inappropriate.
“Oh, you’re awake! I shall summon a doctor for you,” she stammered, hastily rising to her feet to make a swift exit. However, before she could make her escape, the man swiftly reached out and clasped her wrist.
“There’s no need,” he uttered, motioning to the call bell with his other hand.
Realizing her oversight, Jane felt her embarrassment deepen. She had forgotten that the room was equipped with a button to summon a doctor.
After a brief moment, the bell resonated throughout the room, and the figure of Dr. William appeared before them.
“What seems to be the matter? Is something amiss?” inquired Dr. William, taking note of the delicate atmosphere that hung between Jane and Drake.
Startled by his presence, Jane quickly shook off Drake’s hand.
“Doctor, he has regained consciousness,” she explained, stepping aside.
Detecting the delicate tension lingering in the atmosphere, Dr. William proceeded to approach Drake, casting a brief, reassuring glance at Jane. His presence brought a fleeting respite from the unease that had enveloped the room.
“Is he alright?”
Jane’s concern for Drake had been sparked by the sight of his distressing, flushed face and the rashes that marred his skin upon his arrival at the hospital.
Gazing at the man who lay before her, her worry deepened, a subtle pang of guilt pricking at her heart. She blamed herself for the unfortunate circumstances that had led to his
current state.
In any case, it was her intentional act of brewing tea for Drake that led to his allergic reaction, causing him to faint.
As Jane posed her question, Dr. William was prepared to reassure her when he suddenly received a frosty glare from Drake.
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Caught off guard by the icy stare, the doctor quickly altered his words, “Hmm, the situation still appears quite concerning. We’ll need to conduct further examinations. Drake will have to stay in the hospital for a few days, and we’ll closely monitor his condition.”
Upon hearing this, Jane’s expression turned somewhat grim. “Alright then, I trust that your hospital will provide him with proper care.”
Just as Jane was about to take her leave, Drake halted her with an assertive voice.
“You’re just going to leave me in the hospital because of some allergies?”
Upon hearing Drake’s remark, Jane turned her gaze towards him, her face contorted with annoyance. She snapped, “What do you mean by saying I hurt you? You drunk the tea yourself. I didn’t force you to drink it.”
“Are you sure you didn’t force me?” Drake questioned, causing Jane’s expression to change once again.
Hearing this, Jane’s face changed again, recalling when Drake forcibly kissed her and rolled the tea into her mouth… Jane was really embarrassed to continue thinking about the rest.
She glared at him with anger, her frustration palpable. “Hmph, I don’t care anymore. If you want it, drink it yourself. Now that you’re awake, I want to go home. Find someone else to take care of you.”
With those words, Jane made a move to leave. But in the blink of an eye, Drake pulled out the needle from his hand, revealing the lingering liquid in the IV bag.
“Drake, you’re out of your mind! Allergies might seem trivial, but if you don’t treat them properly, they could be fatal!” Jane rushed forward anxiously, restraining Drake from getting up from the hospital bed.
“Why do you care if I’m dead or alive? You’re leaving now!”
Listening to his words, Jane found herself caught in a whirlwind of mixed emotions. She didn’t know how to face the man standing before her.
In the end, she decided to stay at the hospital and keep Drake company while he received his treatment. She sent a message to Jasper, requesting his help in looking after her children during her absence.
“I’m famished. I could really use some soup,” Drake’s voice rang out just as she finished sending the message. His expression remained indifferent.
“I’ll get you something to eat,” she nonchalantly replied.
“I want to try your homemade stew,” Drake shamelessly demanded.
Glancing at the darkening sky outside, Jane wore a despondent expression as she looked at the man. “Mr Warner, it’s late. How could I cook for you? Should I randomly whip up anything?”
Drake’s ward resembled a small apartment, complete with a fully–equipped kitchen.
“Go see Dr. William and ask him to provide you with the necessary ingredients,” he instructed.
In the kitchen of the ward, Jane chopped the chicken on the board with a knife, and the
knife was fierce, as if it was not chicken on the cutting board, but Drake, who made her hate to gnash her teeth.
Drake on the hospital bed listened to the movement in the kitchen, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised slightly.
An hour later, as the enticing aroma of chicken soup filled the room, Jane’s eyes caught sight of a bag of white sugar among the ingredients Dr. William had provided. A wicked thought crept onto her face.
“Here you go, drink it all.” She handed the simmering soup to Drake. She couldn’t help but secretly revel in the anticipation; eagerly waiting for Drake to lose his temper after sipping the sweetened chicken soup.
Little did she know that her mischievous expression hadn’t escaped Drake’s notice.
Without revealing any unusual expression, Drake accepted the bowl of soup and took a sip. His face remained unchanged as he handed back the empty bowl to Jane.
Perplexed by the absence of any reaction, Jane inquired suspiciously, “How is it?”
“Quite unique,” he replied cryptically.
What kind of answer was that? Jane couldn’t fathom why Drake appeared so indifferent. Returning to the kitchen with the empty bowl in hand, she couldn’t resist tasting the remaining soup.
The moment the liquid touched her tongue, she involuntarily spewed it out in shock!
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