“I sent her a text message, and she said she didn’t need me to accompany her tonight.”
Elisa didn’t know where this straightforward man came from. She straightened up and said seriously, “Sometimes when a woman says she doesn’t want something, she actually wants it, you know?”
“Are you the same?” Hamish asked, his deep blue eyes suddenly becoming intense. He straightened up and leaned towards Elisa, as if waiting for her response.
However, Elisa just shook her head and said, “No, I really don’t need you.”
Her tone was calm, as if discussing the weather or what she had for dinner. There was no trace of emotion in her words. This made Hamish very displeased, and his eyebrows furrowed together.
Elisa put down her phone and said, “I’ll go cook.”
It was inconvenient for Elisa to go up and down the stairs, so in the end, Hamish carried her downstairs.
Elisa was feeling a bit irritated. She was in such a state, and yet Hamish still made her cook. Wasn’t it obvious that he was tormenting her with her injuries on her hands and knees?
Mrs. Gordon entered the kitchen and asked if she needed any help.
Elisa opened the refrigerator and glanced at what Hamish could eat. She took out the ingredients and asked Mrs. Gordon to wash and cut them.
Mrs. Gordon’s movements were skilled, indicating that she often did these tasks. After preparing the ingredients, she tactfully left the kitchen.
Elisa heated the oil in the pot and prepared a few simple home-cooked dishes: spare ribs, boiled vegetables, shredded potatoes. Three dishes would be enough for tonight.
Elisa focused on cooking and didn’t notice the deep gaze behind her.
While Elisa was cooking, Hamish sat on the opposite sofa with his laptop. He appeared to be working, but he was actually watching her busy figure in the kitchen.
Elisa changed into casual clothes and tied a small yellow duck apron around her waist. The apron was tied tightly, accentuating her perfect waistline. Although it was a simple outfit, she managed to bring out a hint of charm.
His gaze lightly swept over Elisa’s figure, finally stopping at her slender waist. No one knew how slim Elisa’s waist was, and no one understood it better than him. The feeling of holding it in his hand and being intimately entangled with her was so wonderful.
Elisa finished cooking and arranged the dishes beautifully on the plates. Each dish was appetizing and flavorful.
Elisa looked at the dishes and fell into deep thought. In the past, she cooked for Hamish with pure intentions, wanting to be good to him. But now, it was full of calculations. She had truly changed.
Hamish used to serve the dishes before, and only the two of them ate at the dining table. Elisa left Mrs. Gordon’s portion separately.
Hamish watched her actions and felt that it was unnecessary. Even the servants had their meals prepared separately.
Hamish looked at the dishes on the table and used his chopsticks to pick up a portion of boiled vegetables. This dish seemed simple, but it actually tested the cooking time. If it was cooked for too short a time, it would be bitter, and if it was cooked for too long, it would affect the broth.
He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. It tasted fresh and the broth was delicious. It was the first time he had tasted a meal cooked by Elisa, and he never knew she was such a good cook. It was as if she had made it specifically to suit his taste.
Thinking about how he had never tasted any of the meals Elisa had cooked in the past four years, Hamish felt a tinge of regret, but fortunately, it wasn’t too late.
Hamish picked up a piece of spare ribs, which had already been deboned. He took a bite, and the meat juice filled his mouth, whetting his appetite.
Hamish was very satisfied with this meal. Usually, he restrained himself during dinner, but today he had two bowls of rice and finished all the dishes on the table.
Elisa didn’t eat much and felt full after half a bowl of rice.
Mrs. Gordon took the bowls to the kitchen to wash them. Elisa stood up, feeling sweaty, and wanted to take a shower and rest. Her body was covered in injuries and couldn’t come into contact with water, so she could only wipe herself with a washcloth.
Elisa didn’t say anything, but Hamish knew what she was thinking. After resting, he carried her upstairs and prepared the bathtub with hot water for her.
Elisa picked up her clothes and pointed to the door. “You go out.”
“I’ve seen every part of your body. Hamish reached out to embrace her as he spoke.
At this moment, Elisa resisted his touch. She struggledin his arms, hammering his shoulders and saying, “I’ll wash myself.”
Hamish was like a wolf; he never cared about her feelings. If they both undressed and were alone in the room, no one could be sure what would happen next. She could only avoid this dangerous man if she wanted to avoid being treated like an animal.
“Don’t move, or your wounds will start bleeding again.” Hamish scooped her up in his arms and began to undress her.
Her casual clothes were loose, so they were easy to take off. Hamish approached her, his breath getting closer, his long fingers accidentally brushing against her collarbone.
Elisa’s body shivered, and she struggled like an angry cat, but she couldn’t break free.
The atmosphere between the two suddenly changed. If it continued, things would escalate. Hamish’s eyes emitted a dangerous light as he said in a deep voice, “If you move again, believe me, what happens next won’t be as simple as just taking a shower.”
Elisa received the danger signal and instantly dared not move. Her dark eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.
The woman in his arms finally behaved, and Hamish successfully took off her clothes. Elisa had several injuries on her body, the most severe being on her knees. Her legs were like fine white jade, fair and slender, making the bruises and marks on them more prominent.
Elisa’s cheeks flushed, and her body felt warm to the touch, emitting a delicate pink hue.
Hamish’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his jawline tight. A hint of tenderness rose in his heart.
Hamish picked up the slippery Elisa and carried herinto the bathroom. He gently placed her in the bathtub, with her legs resting on the edge to avoid getting the wounds wet and causing inflammation. Although her injured hands didn’t want to be exposed, she shyly covered her chest, resembling a young girl.
Hamish held her wrist and lifted it above her head. “What are you covering? Haven’t I touched every part of you already?”
Elisa looked at him with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.
“You’re not allowed to touch randomly.”
“Who wants to touch you?” Hamish mocked, but his calm black eyes had already changed.
Hamish had never taken care of anyone before. He first wet Elisa’s hair, lathering the shampoo gently on her scalp, massaging it little by little.
The foam got into her eyes, stinging them. Elisa had to close her eyes, and the feeling of losing her sight made her feel even more ashamed.
Hamish quickly finished washing Elisa’s hair, and then he bathed her using the same method.
At first, it didn’t seem like much, but this touch ignited a fire in his eyes. He took a deep breath, suppressing the restless emotions. Elisa was weak, and if he did anything now, he would be no different from a beast.
Elisa’s body gradually felt his warmth, from the cool water to his body temperature. The exposed skin could even sense his scorching gaze.
Elisa felt both ashamed and furious. This kind of humiliation was even worse than kneeling in the street.
Hamish massaged Elisa’s back, suddenly looking at the water. There was a patch of bruises on Elisa’s spine.