The thought of Elijah being completely naked in front of such a disgustingly repulsive woman made Evan’s mouth twitch uncontrollably. The image was just too disturbing. He walked out and closed the door behind him. Standing at the doorway, Evan patted his chest, grateful that it wasn’t him suffering from insomnia. Otherwise, facing a woman like that would only make insomnia worse, right?
Who knew, he might even have nightmares! How fortunate he was to have good health.
Inside the room.
Elijah looked at the woman standing at the bathroom door, who was hideous, and asked, “Do you want to watch me undress?”
Freya calmly replied, “In the eyes of us doctors, there is no distinction between genders.”
Elijah raised an eyebrow, not knowing what was going through his mind at this moment. Was he giving up on himself, or something else? He actually reached up and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
As he moved, his delicate collarbone and strong chest slowly revealed themselves. Freya couldn’t help but divert her gaze. In her mind, she silently criticized, “Elijah, you’re sick. How can you be so composed in front of a woman like this?”
Elijah sneered, “Is this all you’ve got?” As he spoke, he took off his shirt and casually tossed it onto the sofa. While unfastening his belt, he walked towards the bathroom.
Freya didn’t dare to glance towards the bathroom, keeping her back turned to him. “Get into the bathtub and soak for half an hour.”
In the warm and cozy atmosphere, he lay down in the bathtub and slowly closed his eyes.
Freya stood at the doorway and said, “Please relax your body and clear your mind.”
Elijah couldn’t completely relax. The reason why he couldn’t sleep was because every time he closed his eyes, he would think of Freya. Her appearance was etched into his mind, unable to be erased. It invaded his thoughts, his heart. After half an hour, Elijah rinsed off and walked out wearing a white bathrobe.
Freya stood up from the sofa and said, “Please lie down on the bed.”
Elijah walked towards the bed, his back turned to her, and said, “If you can’t cure me, I’ll make sure you get kicked out of the hospital.”
Freya stayed silent.
He was still so annoying and constantly belittling others.
She smiled and said, “Please trust in my expertise.”
Elijah covered himself with the blanket and lay down. Freya walked over and said, “Please lie at the foot of the bed.”
She grabbed a pillow and placed it at the foot of the bed.
Elijah frowned, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Freya shrugged, “I forgot.”
Elijah lay still, “I’m not going.” And with that, he closed his eyes with a look of defiance, as if to say, “I won’t listen to you, what can you do to me?”
“If you don’t lie down, I can only climb on top of you on the bed and give you a massage…”
Elijah suddenly opened his eyes. He narrowed his gaze, “What did you say?”
Freya smiled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
Elijah stayed silent.
“Please lie on this side.” Freya said.
Elijah clenched his fists, but managed to restrain himself from kicking her out. Reluctantly, he moved.
“Close your eyes.” She instructed.
Elijah complied willingly because he really didn’t want to see her face. Freya reached out her hand and gently placed it on his temple. With a slow, steady pressure, she moved her fingers back, all the way to the top of his head. Her delicate fingers passed through his hair, finding the right pressure points for a professional massage. Despite her unattractive appearance, her fingertips were delicate and tender, providing a warm and soothing touch on his skin. It was indeed quite comfortable, and Elijah’s body gradually relaxed.
Freya slowly moved her fingers, changing pressure points, continuing the massage. After nearly forty minutes, she was sweating. Droplets of water mixed with white foundation fell onto her collar. Massage was a physically demanding activity, especially for her hands and arms. But she didn’t let up, continuing to exert her strength.
Finally, after an hour, Elijah fell asleep. Freya slowly withdrew her hand from his scalp, her hand trembling and even stiffened. She moved her arms to relieve the soreness. After resting for a while, she stood up and turned around, looking at his face, her eyes slightly lowered. “I’ve worked so hard, can you give me some reward?”
She walked to the edge of the bed, gently leaned down, hesitated for a moment, and then kissed his lips, which were soft, slightly cool. The breath was so familiar. It fascinated her.
Even though you don’t love me, I love you. She thought. Freya told herself not to be greedy. As she was about to leave, she was suddenly held by the back of her head, deepening the kiss. She was startled, her eyes widened, her pupils trembling.