A wave of spiciness filled her mouth, and her tongue felt numb from the burn. The scorching sensation traveled from her mouth to her stomach, providing warmth but accompanied by a greater pain than before.
The spiciness of the ginger tea stimulated her stomach, coupled with the itchiness from the burnt throat. She couldn’t hold back and involuntarily vomited, expelling everything, including the undigested medicine, all over Hamish.
Hamish had a strong aversion to dirt and was quite serious about it. Seeing the vomit on his upper body and arms, sticky and emitting a sour smell, he coldly snorted and then held his breath.
“Elisa, did you intentionally vomit on me?” He looked disgusted, pushing Elisa away and setting down the bowl in his hand. He quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe himself, but the more he wiped, the more nauseous he felt. His face turned red and pale, an interesting sight to behold.
After Elisa finished vomiting, her face became even paler. She covered her stomach with one hand and wiped her mouth with the other. Hearing Hamish’s words, she looked up and met his gloomy gaze.
“I told you I didn’t want to drink it, but you insisted on forcing me! So, who can you blame?” Her face grew even paler, and she wasn’t intentionally trying to make him vomit. If she had known she would end up vomiting all over Hamish, she would have held back downstairs. She could have vomited more on him, making him even more disgusted, to the point where he would never dare to touch her again.
Hamish wiped himself for a while, his temper flaring up. He took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, then reached out his hand towards Elisa.
Elisa’s eyes flickered, and she instinctively shrunk into the blanket, like a turtle retreating into its shell when faced with danger.
Hamish paused for a moment, surprised that his simple gesture would make Elisa so terrified, to the point of fear. Perhaps it was the scare on his face that frightened her. He slightly softened the coldness around him and leaned closer, gently pinching Elisa’s chin.
Elisa wanted to avoid him, but he touched her head instead. “What are you hiding from? Weren’t you in a bad mood just now? Now you’re scared?”
Elisa didn’t like him touching her head. It was an intimate gesture when done by others, but in her case with Hamish, it was a complete loss of dignity, like casually patting a dog’s head.
Recently, Hamish had indeed treated her like a dog, wanting to train her to be obedient and well-behaved.
Hamish lifted Elisa out of the blanket, as light as a person who hadn’t fully grown.
Elisa was delicate and fair-skinned, with scars here and there on her body. Seeing her swollen lips, he knew they were burned accidentally while he was feeding her the ginger tea.
He didn’t feel the burn when he touched the bowl, though.
Hamish gently touched her face. “Open your mouth, let me see.”
Elisa turned her head, her throat burning painfully. She hoarsely said, “Don’t touch me.”
“I won’t do anything to you this time, just want to see if your mouth is injured.”
So what if it’s injured? Could he heal it? Elisa despised Hamish, the kind of person who would slap you and then pretend to care by asking if it hurt.
“Get away from me.” Elisa pushed him, stiff and unable to move him at all.
Hamish frowned, feeling annoyed that he had lowered himself so much, yet Elisa still refused to cooperate. This put him in a bad mood.
In his eyes, Elisa was asking for trouble, uncooperative unless faced with violence. So, after a moment, he would forget to be gentle with her.
He cupped Elisa’s face, holding her jaw and opening her mouth to examine the inside.
Elisa felt her jaw was about to be crushed by him, and her cheekbones were sore. She couldn’t help but let out a sound of discomfort, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Hamish paid no attention to her discomfort and continued to inspect the inside of her mouth. Indeed, there were a few blisters caused by the burn, and a small piece of skin had peeled off from the upper palate.
There was no bleeding, but it definitely hurt in this area.
Hamish felt somewhat guilty. “Why didn’t you say it was burning when I fed you just now? What if it had burned your face? Wouldn’t you have become a little frog?”
Go to hell, you little frog.
Elisa was used to his foul language, knowing he couldn’t speak nicely.