Chapter 186: Chapter 186

Flora, who was sent to the hospital by Darren, sat bored on the bed. She couldn't understand; she only had a hand injury, and although it was very painful, it didn't warrant a hospital stay, did it?

According to Darren, Maxwell was afraid that she would be overly frightened and harm the baby, so he insisted she stay in the hospital for a few days for observation. Hmph! Always thinking about the child! Everything in his heart and eyes was about the child!

She had been in the hospital for two days already, and she hadn't seen even him. The heartless guy, even if she deceived him, wouldn't justify leaving her in the hospital without a glance for two days. She doubted if the tenderness he showed in front of the small apartment was just a pretense. Perhaps his willingness to die for her was also fake!

No, it should be real, but not for her, only for the child. Wasn't his heart filled only with thoughts of the child?

Holding her right hand tightly wrapped in bandages, Flora felt unjust. The desire to see him surged into her heart again. However, he hadn't set foot in the hospital at all. She couldn't see any trace of him. Suddenly, she missed the life in the apartment.

After a knock on the door, Bell and Lily pushed it open and walked in, followed by Darren, who was specially assigned to protect Flora. With Darren present, Bella dared not be impolite and said in a courteous tone, "Flora, it's time for your meal."

Both Bella and Lily had deep apologies on their faces. After all, they had neglected their duty, and Flora got injured. Fortunately, Flora interceded for them, and Darren let them off the hook; otherwise, they didn't know what punishment they would face.

Flora glanced at the food on the table and said stubbornly, "It hurts, I can't eat!"

Bella and Lily were puzzled for a moment, not understanding why she was in a bad mood. She had insisted on eating with her left hand before. What happened today?

Lily, with a good temper, smiled and said, "Is your hand hurting? I can feed you."

"I don't want you to feed me!" Flora was making trouble unreasonably. If she didn't make Maxwell come to the hospital today, she wouldn't be called Flora anymore! Let's see who is more ruthless! Flora thought to herself, turning her head away.

"Then let me do it." Bella pulled the embarrassed Lily behind her and approached, trying to please her.

Unexpectedly, Flora still refused, "No! I want your Big Young Master to feed me! Otherwise, I won't eat, and I won't eat in the future!"

Bella and Lily were stunned; they didn't expect her to make such a domineering request. They looked at Darren beside them for help. Darren received the signal for help, touched his nose, and coughed lightly, saying, "Miss Flora, Big Young Master is busy working right now!"

"It's okay; let him be busy with his matters. I won't eat, that's all." Flora smiled sweetly. Wasn't she considerate? She would never make things difficult for him!

However, Darren's face collapsed. Wasn't she making things difficult for him now? Big Young Master's temper had been so fiery these past few days.

If he brought up this request to him again, he wondered if he would be burned alive by his anger. Oh, women are the most troublesome. Unfortunately, why did he end up being assigned to serve a woman?

"You guys, go out. I want to take a nap." Flora waved her hand at them, lay on the bed, pulled the quilt over her head, and wrapped herself tightly. There was something warm sliding down her face; she knew it was tears.

Bella and Lily looked at each other and once again turned their pleading eyes to Darren. Unable to refuse, Darren went out, took out his phone with a forced expression, hesitated, and dialed the familiar number.

The phone rang only once, and Maxwell answered. This speed left Darren stunned. He didn't know when his master had become so quick-handed.

"What's the matter?" Maxwell asked on the other end, with a tone that concealed an elusive urgency.

"Uh... Miss Flora." Darren opened his mouth, finding it difficult to articulate.

Maxwell's heart skipped a beat, subconsciously asking, "What happened to her?" He had to admit that he missed her these days!

He didn't come to the hospital to visit her. He just wanted to show her some attitude, but deep down he couldn't stop thinking about her and caring for her. So, as soon as he saw Darren's call, he instinctively picked it up at the fastest speed.

Unfortunately, Darren hesitated and couldn't say anything, making his heart uneasy. What happened to Flora? Was there another problem? Did her hand get infected, or was the baby misbehaving?

"Damn it! If you don't speak properly, I'll send you back to the countryside immediately!" Maxwell couldn't bear it any longer, roaring in frustration.

As soon as Darren heard his anger, he shivered all over, quickly saying, "Miss Flora refuses to eat..."

"Refuses to eat? Why? What is she throwing a tantrum about this time?" Maxwell's heart settled a bit, but he was still somewhat worried. Whenever it involved Flora, he would worry.

"She said her hand hurts and she can't eat. She insists that only you can feed her. We've tried to persuade her, but she won't listen. She's refusing to eat and wants to sleep." Darren cautiously explained. Oh, it's really difficult!

So that's it! Just being stubborn about not eating, made him think something serious had happened. Maxwell's tone, no longer urgent, turned cold. "She won't eat, huh? Then find a way to make her eat!" With that, he hung up with a 'click.'

"Hey! Big Young Master!" Darren called urgently, but all he got in response was the beeping sound indicating the call had been ended.

He took the phone from his ear, feeling helpless, and hesitated before returning to the bedroom. Facing the elevated quilt on the bed, he apologized, "Miss Flora, I just made the call. Big Young Master is in a meeting and can't come right now..."

"I said it, didn't I? I won't eat! I don't want to eat!" Flora lifted the quilt and shouted at him. Just now, she heard him making the call at the door and guessed that Maxwell must have refused. It hurt and frustrated her!

Darren stood helplessly by the bed. Big Young Master had given him such a difficult task. How could he accomplish it? He would rather Maxwell ask him to kill someone than be here, dealing with a woman going crazy!

Outside the hospital room, Darren was thinking about what to do next, pacing back and forth in front of the room. After thinking for about half an hour, he couldn't come up with any ideas.

At that moment, his phone suddenly rang, and he saw that it was a call from the company. He quickly answered, and indeed, it was Maxwell on the other end.

Maxwell's voice came through without any expression, "Did she eat?"

Darren was stunned. He didn't expect him to call back and ask this question. Big Young Master cared about Miss Flora, but he had to pretend to be indifferent. Clearing his throat and preparing for the bombardment, Darren honestly replied, "No... Miss Flora still refuses to eat." After saying that, he quickly added, "I'm sorry, Big Young Master. I did my best."

"Really useless!" Maxwell threw out these words and hung up the phone again.

Darren stared at the phone in his hand, feeling extremely wronged. Could it be blamed on him for being useless? It was the first time Maxwell had denied his ability to handle things, and it turned out to be because of a woman. It felt so unjust!

Less than twenty minutes later, Maxwell's figure appeared outside the hospital room. Darren obediently stood aside with his head lowered, not daring to say a word. Maxwell ignored him and walked straight into the room.

Entering the VIP ward, he saw Flora wrapped tightly in a quilt on the big bed, curled up and motionless. It's hard to imagine that even with air conditioning, it must be uncomfortable to be covered with a quilt in such hot weather.

Maxwell walked over, originally intending to forcefully lift the quilt. However, when his hand touched the quilt, he unconsciously softened his movements. Carefully, he uncovered half of it, revealing her half-curled body. With closed eyes, she seemed to be asleep. Strands of wet hair clung to her face, and beads of sweat or tears glistened on her forehead and cheeks, unfinished and indistinguishable.

Seeing her in such a stifling condition, Maxwell felt a twinge of frustration, a knot of anger that rose from his concern. He almost couldn't resist yelling at her. However, he managed to refrain from doing so, opting instead to gently move the strands of hair from her forehead and wipe away the traces of tears at the corners of her eyes. His actions were as gentle as if she were a fragile treasure.

Under his 'harassment,' Flora wrinkled her brows, lifting her right hand to shoo away his hand like chasing away a fly. In her half-asleep state, she raised her right hand, and Maxwell quickly caught her wrist, preventing her injured hand from touching anything else.

Feeling annoyed, he couldn't help but think that she didn't know how to take care of herself. If her hand touched anything, it would surely be painful for her. Even with his assistance, Flora still woke up faintly, opening her eyes to see Maxwell's concerned face. She smiled, knowing he would come!

Maxwell, seeing her wake up and smile so openly, changed his expression, letting go of her hand, and returned to his usual indifference. Dissatisfied, he said, "Don't you know it's not good to sleep with your head covered?"

"..." Flora was tongue-tied. Was the concern she saw on his face just an illusion when she woke up? Otherwise, why did it change so quickly? Annoying man! He gave her a stern look as soon as he came in. What did he want?

Seeing her remain silent, he continued to criticize her, "What do you want? I'm busy and don't have time to play childish games with you!" He cared about her, afraid she would starve, but he couldn't help scolding her.

"You can leave; no one is stopping you." Flora gave him a cool glance, sat up from the bed, leaned against the headboard, looking indifferent.

Damn it! She was determined that he would come and wouldn't leave once he came! Very well, she understood how to confront him. Let's see how he would deal with her when they returned home!

Suppressing his anger, Maxwell endured and poured the soup that Bella had just brought into a bowl. He brought it to her and took a spoonful, offering it to her mouth with an unfriendly tone, "Open your mouth."

Flora plucked a rose from the vase on the table, petal by petal, without looking at him or the food. She said, "It's too hot."

Hot? Maxwell took a sip and found it not hot at all! Holding back his anger, he said, "It's not hot."

"I think it's hot." Flora still didn't look at him or the food, just complained it was hot while playing with the beautiful flowers in her hands. Secretly pleased, she wanted to annoy him! After all, he disappeared for two days; she deserved to tease him a bit!

Maxwell gritted his teeth and symbolically blew on the spoon twice. Once again, he offered it to her mouth.

Flora turned her small face away and avoided it, saying, "Blow on it ten more times."

Blow on it ten more times???!! His patience instantly reached its limit! Maxwell cursed under his breath, picked up the bowl, drank a large mouthful, and then pushed her down on the bed, covering her lips with his.

"Um..." Flora was startled by his sudden move. Her lips were sealed by him, and the sweet liquid kept flowing into her mouth. Did he really have to feed her soup in this way? Wasn't he patient enough?

With her mouth full of soup, Flora had to swallow it into her stomach. After drinking a few sips, it finally stopped. Or did it? Why didn't his lips leave, and why did he start kissing her deeply, even using his tongue to pry open her lips and teeth?

Between their lips, there was his taste, mixed with the sweet flavor of the soup. After being stunned for half a minute, Flora finally reacted. This was the kiss she was enchanted by, the one she was looking forward to. She closed her eyes and began to enjoy it. However, he wickedly pulled away, annoying her!

"What's wrong? Do you like me feeding you this way?" Maxwell looked at her mockingly.

Flora's face turned red. She lowered her head slightly. She really wanted to say the truth out loud: yes!

"If you like it, we can continue," Maxwell said, reaching for the bowl.

Blushing, Flora quickly snatched the bowl from his hand, stubbornly saying, "Who wants to eat your saliva? Disgusting!"

After saying that, she moved the bowl to her lips, drank all the soup in one go, and then threw the bowl back into his hands. Picking up the flattened rose that Maxwell had pressed, she continued to count the petals, disguising her true feelings.

Maxwell chuckled and brought the box of food over, spooning a mouthful and offering it to her lips. This time, Flora dared not play around with him anymore. She obediently opened her mouth and accepted the food he offered.

Having her cooperation, Maxwell naturally didn't tease her. He fed her one spoonful at a time. Silence fell over the hospital room, and neither of them spoke. Flora leaned against the headboard, staring at his serious and handsome face without turning her gaze away.

Suddenly, she felt that today's meal was particularly delicious because he fed her, and he did so with such concentration, without a trace of impatience. A warm feeling passed through her heart, leaving a trace of warmth.

"Why are you staring at a man like this? Aren't you embarrassed?" Maxwell teased as he spooned the rice, looking at her with amusement.

Flora quickly averted her gaze. Her face, which had just returned to normal, blushed again. Embarrassed, she wanted to dive into the quilt immediately!

Amused in his heart, Maxwell didn't expect this little woman to still blush so easily. Of course, he was happy to sense the admiration in her gaze.

Another dead silence enveloped the room. Flora scrutinized him for a while before asking softly, "Is your injury healed?" She remembered that night when he was beaten by those Japanese men and bled. He must have had some injuries on his body, right? But he brought her to the hospital without getting himself checked by a doctor. She didn't even know if he had any internal injuries.

"I'm not injured," Maxwell answered casually. For him, those injuries were nothing, just minor scratches for a man. Besides, he was used to the underworld, and such injuries were trivial. However, seeing the concerned look in Flora's eyes made him feel warm inside.

"You're lying! I saw them beat you. No, take off your clothes immediately. I'll help you check." Flora sat up, eager to act on her thoughts. She pushed away the meal he brought and said, "Hurry up and take off your clothes."

"I told you, I'm fine. Just eat your food." Maxwell avoided her reaching hands, deliberately putting on a stern expression. Take off his clothes here? Wasn't she afraid that the nurses would rush in?

"No, I want to see before I eat." Flora insisted, ignoring his intimidation. She had already leaned onto him and was using her fully functional left hand to unbutton his shirt.

"Naughty girl, can't you stop being so reckless?" Maxwell sighed helplessly. He knew she cared about him, but she cared at the most inconvenient times and places.

Ignoring his complaints, Flora threatened boldly, "If you don't let me see, I'll make sure you can't go to work this afternoon."

Seeing her being so wild, Maxwell had to obediently take off his shirt. When he finished with the upper part, he paused for a moment and smirked, asking, "Do you want me to take off the lower part too?"

"No need..." Flora's cheeks immediately turned as red as clouds. However, the embarrassment on her face was soon replaced by concern for his wounds. Bruises covered his arms and shoulders. Although they had faded, they must have been painful at first.

Flora stared at the old wounds on his body, lost in thought. A trace of heartache surged in her eyes, and she looked at him disapprovingly. "You injured yourself so badly and didn't go to the hospital, yet you brought me here. Don't you think you're selfish?"

As she spoke, a hint of mist appeared in her black eyes, looking at him somewhat indignantly.

Maxwell, watching the change in her facial expressions, said, "You have plenty of time; it's the same wherever you stay. How can I compare with you?"

It was quite funny that even when caring for each other, they had to infuriate each other before stopping.

But this time, they didn't infuriate each other. Flora rang the bell, called the nurse, and got some bruise ointment. She asked him to lie on the bed, then began applying the ointment with her uninjured left hand.

Maxwell lay on her lap, accepting her unnecessary actions. The cool ointment flowed over his skin. Her fingers, gliding over the area, seemed deliberately provocative, making him furrow his brow.

Finally unable to bear it, he spoke in a deep voice, "Are you trying to seduce me? Do you want to experience what it's like to have sex in the hospital?"