Eunice does not realize her change. She is focused on the man in front of her. Ryan doesn't
deliberately mention it. It is not easy for her to open her heart. If he speaks out, they may be back to
square one.
However, her behavior makes Ryan understand that she doesn't really hate him. It's just that there are
things for her to get over with. She relies on him instinctively and is willing to let him in.
He needs to work hard and help her get over with the rest.
He can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she doesn't really hate him. That is the last thing
he wants to see. Once he notices her rejection from the bottom of her heart, he will lose the courage to
go further.
He is afraid that it will bring her more trouble and harm.
Fortunately, no.
Ryan takes half a basin of water and dips his hand in it to test the temperature. He doesn't show any
disgust at all.
He picks up the basin effortlessly. The muscles on his forearm bulge slightly, revealing beautiful lines.
Eunice follows behind him. He puts the basin by the bed and half squats on the floor. He raises his
hand and pats the bed, "Sit down."
Eunice slowly tightens her hands and nervously walks over to sit on the bed. Seeing that he is going to
lift her feet, she quickly shrinks back and says, "I'll do it myself..."
"Your hand is injured. You can't do that." As he speaks, Ryan does not give her time to refuse. He
directly takes off her shoes and puts her feet into the water.
Her fair feet are covered by the clear water. A layer of ripples rises above them, breaking the light into
shafts. Eunice lifts one of her feet to cover the other, as if this is the only way to make her feel at ease.
Being stared at by him when washes her feet, it is really ... embarrassing.
Before she fainted, Ryan's attitude towards her was completely different from now. In the past, not to
mention helping her wash her feet, he might think it was troublesome to look at her.
Thinking back, the joyful bird in Eunice's heart seems to have wilted suddenly. She lowers her head
and stares at the basin without saying a word.
Ryan senses her emotions and directly puts his hand into the water. He accurately holds one foot and
kneads it with a perfect amount of strength.
Eunice is shocked. She retreats her foot back forcefully but she fails. Her red ears grow even redder,
and her cheeks also flush.
She retorts in a low voice, "No, there's no need. I'll just rub my feet myself. That will be enough."
"You care too much about hygiene to do it yourself." However, Ryan does not listen to her and insists
on giving her a massage. His hands, which have been for guns and pens, are now touching her feet.
Although they had been intimate once, it happened when she was completely unconscious. She
doesn't remember that clearly afterwards. To Eunice, every time this man approaches and touches her,
it is a fatal temptation.
The ward is quiet. Occasionally, she can hear the wind blowing outside the window. Other than that,
there is only her heartbeat.
One minute, five minutes, ten minutes ... and time slowly passes. Eunice calms down a little. Ryan
doesn't do anything. He is only helping her to relax her feet. Although his massage technique isn't
professional, she feels very comfortable.
She feels relaxed. A question slowly comes to her mind. Eunice looks at his gentle hair and couldn't
help but ask, "You ... why are you so kind to me all of a sudden?"
In her memories, he, or the Ryan she knows, has never wasted time on a woman. He doesn't please or
take care of someone. She has never imagined what it would be like for Ryan to truly fall in love with
someone.
It is unimaginable. At most, she knows Lily is his type. There is no way to find out more details.
But now, the man who she thought could do nothing is massaging her feet.
Eunice is embarrassed, and also moved.
After he hears her words, Ryan's thumb on her ankle pauses. However, it is only an instant before he
returns to normal in the next second. His voice is very calm, "Because you need my care."
She needs to be taken care of.
These words are like a basin of cold water pouring down from her head, causing Eunice to instantly
understand the reality.
She forces out a smile, her eyes filled with bitterness, "So it is..."
"Yes." Ryan feels the water getting colder and colder. He stands up and says, "I'll go to get a towel."
A minute later, Ryan returns with a soft and clean white towel in his hand. He wraps the towel around
her feet and gently presses it to absorb the water.
She felt a little warm just now, but she feels a little disappointed now. She tries not to speak out her
thoughts, but she fails, "You don't have to be nice to me because of guilt. I need to be taken care of,
but...."
She pauses slightly and looks straight at the man, "You don't have to take care of me."
She hates other people's sympathy the most, especially Ryan's sympathy.
A sparkling light blinks in the girl's eyes. It attacks him with a strong, resolute, and heartfelt force. Ryan
is almost pierced by such a burning gaze.
He suddenly lowers his head and chuckles. Eunice is even more enraged when she sees this. A
smiling face descends, "What are you laughing at?"
What she said seriously is so funny?
Or is he very pleased to see her angry and uncomfortable because of him?
In an instant, all the bad thoughts gather in her mind. However, before she gets angry, a black shadow
suddenly presses down on her head.
Ryan approaches her and puts his hands on her both sides, causing her to lean back. Eunice has to
put her arms behind her, in case she falls directly onto the bed.
His warm breathing sprays down. She looks at his handsome face in front of her. Her eyelashes flutter
like butterflies' wings, "You? What are you doing?"
"Eunice, you've been staying with me for a while. You should understand my character. If it's just
sympathy, I don't need to come here in the middle night to wash your feet. I can employ a nursing
worker to do so."
He suddenly retorts. Eunice is a little dumbfounded, "Get up and talk."
Ryan remains unmoved and continues to suppress her aura. "Why I take care of you is not because of
sympathy. Why don't you ask me how I feel? I've been waiting for you to wake up for three months. Do
you think this is sympathy?"
Eunice opens her mouth, but she doesn't know how to refute.
Ryan does not give her the chance to refute. He says resolutely, "Alright, let me tell you. The reason
why I treat you so well is that I find that I love you more than I think. I love you. As for the villa I bought,
I can stay in a hotel for the rest of my life without you, but I hope that it will be our home in the future.
Do you understand?"
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