Chapter 357 - 353: Hurting Her Is Like Hurting Myself (Part 2)
Sophie Smith bowed her head, her long hair like seaweed covering most of her face, revealing no emotion.
"Lie down for a while longer." Her body was still very weak, she should rest for a while more.
"Lie, lie where?"
She was somewhat uneasy.
He said nothing more, pulling her to his side to lie down, his large hand encircling her slender waist.
She dared not move, quietly leaning against him, her hands awkwardly placed at her sides.
Nanny Garcia followed Doctor Lewis in and upon seeing this scene, her eyes couldn’t help but be a bit moist.
She had practically watched Asher Land grow up, and more than anyone else, she hoped her young master would live happily. She thought that Asher meeting Sophie was a happy beginning, but it wasn’t the case. Everyone thought they clearly liked each other, yet they continued to torment one another, and in the end, neither was happy.
Sophie was a stubborn person, refusing to bow her head, living more painfully than anyone else.
Nanny Garcia sighed deeply; in her eyes, they were just two children, and seeing them like this, she simply felt heartache.
Doctor Lewis took out the needle from the back of Asher Land’s hand and pressed down with a cotton swab.
Asher wanted to reach out and press on the wound himself, but his other hand was wrapped in bandages, making it inconvenient. Sophie instinctively reached to press for him, and Doctor Lewis wisely moved his hand away.
Sophie pressed for a long time, seeing the wound no longer bled, she finally released it with relief.
Seeing her expression, he really thought she cared for him a little.
He didn’t say much, just turned over to lie down, his back facing her.
Sophie curved her lips in a faint, helpless smile, and lay down as well, the two sleeping back to back.
Perhaps both of them were indeed rather weak, so it was rare, after all these events, that they could sleep peacefully.
In the evening, Nanny Garcia knocked on the door of the master bedroom.
"Young master, you and Miss Smith haven’t eaten anything all day; dinner is ready. Why don’t you come down and have a bit?"
Asher flipped over to find her fast asleep; after a moment of thought, he decided to wake her.
"Come down and eat something."
She mumbled a response, but after a while, there was no further reaction.
He shook his head helplessly.
"Let’s not eat now; when she wakes up later, bring it up then."
Nanny Garcia acknowledged softly and closed the door gently.
He propped his head with one hand, carefully examining her delicate face. He admitted that he was nearly mad for this face, this person.
He pondered what he should do with her?
Hurt her, he couldn’t bear it.
Let her go, he couldn’t bear it.
He took a deep breath from deep within, letting out a sigh.
Sophie seemed to sense something, suddenly opened her eyes, and saw the melancholy face above her.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
That voice was so gentle it seemed like it could turn into water.
For a moment, she didn’t speak; how could he still be so kind to her?
"I’m, I’m not hungry."
"I heard you haven’t eaten anything in the basement?" Thinking of this, he felt guilty.
"When I locked you in the basement, how did you curse me?"
Curse?
"I didn’t." She was indeed honest; she was at fault first, she had wronged him, what right did she have to resent?
"Asher Land, I’m sorry, I, I’m not worthy of your kindness."