If it weren’t for her injuries, Hamish really wanted to grab her and give her a beating, so she could truly experience what it meant to face the harsh realities of society and learn her lesson, to see if she would still dare to risk her life recklessly.
Hamish thought to himself with a mix of emotions, feeling the pain deep in his heart. However, it was just a thought, as he couldn’t bear to lay a hand on her now.
As he watched her wake up, his relieved heart finally settled down.
Elisa’s expression gradually changed from calm to impatient. She had never known that Hamish could talk so much; it felt like two flies buzzing incessantly in her ears.
“I’m thirsty…” Elisa interrupted him with a hoarse voice.
Hamish immediately stopped talking and went to fetch water. After wetting the cloth, he helped Elisa sit up.
Elisa’s back was covered in wounds, and he supported her with great care, afraid of hurting her with too much force.
But Elisa was indeed in pain. Any movement involving her back would inevitably tug at her wounds. She endured the pain and lowered her head to drink water.
Elisa was truly thirsty, and the glass of water quickly emptied.
“Do you want more?” Hamish asked.
Elisa exhaled softly, “No, I’m done.”
Seeing her awake, Hamish opened the curtains, allowing sunlight to shine into the room. Elisa found it dazzling, squinting her eyes until she adjusted to the light. Her gaze then fell upon a bouquet of roses placed on the cabinet.
“Who bought the flowers?” she asked.
Hamish glanced at them and raised an eyebrow, asking, “Do you like them?”
Elisa instinctively thought the flowers were bought by him, her face showing disdain as she said, “I don’t like them. Roses are what I hate the most.”
Hamish’s face stiffened. He remembered Tobias bringing the flowers and saying that women would be deeply moved if they woke up to see them. But it turned out that not everyone liked roses.
“Tobias bought them. I don’t know what his taste is. Since you don’t like them, I’ll throw them away,” he replied.
“Leave the ones bought by Tobias alone,” Elisa said casually, almost giving Hamish a heart attack.
If Tobias bought them, would they end up in the trash?
Elisa’s indifferent attitude confirmed his thoughts. So, it wasn’t the roses she disliked at first, but him.
Hamish let out a cold snort in his heart, feeling that Elisa was just like these roses-seemingly beautiful but full of thorns. If one wasn’t careful, she would draw blood. But after all, flowers were just flowers. A gentle pinch and the petals would shatter.
Hamish didn’t want to argue with her and asked, “What do you want to eat? I’ll order takeout.”
As Elisa thought about what she wanted to eat, her stomach started to ache. She muttered, “Something light. My stomach doesn’t feel well.”
When her stomach was fine, Elisa loved to eat spicy food, such as spicy chicken, hot pot, and spicy boiled fish. Just the thought of them made her mouth water, but she couldn’t eat them now.
Hamish ordered a bowl of congee as usual.
Elisa couldn’t help but pout. The congee tasted fine at first, but after drinking it for a while, it became bland.
With her hair disheveled, it was inconvenient to drink the congee. Elisa wanted to tie it up, but her right hand was injured and couldn’t move.
Hamish put down his bowl, leaned over slightly, and casually twisted her long curly hair into a loose, messy braid, allowing it to rest on her shoulder, revealing her smooth forehead.
Elisa lowered her gaze and looked at the braid resting on her chest, saying nonchalantly, “You’re so skilled at this. Did you often braid Lila’s hair?”
Hamish fell silent for a moment, lowering his eyes and retorted, “Would you believe me if I said I only braided your hair?”
Elisa said, “I don’t believe you.”
Hamish, a grown man who could skillfully braid her hair, who would believe that he hadn’t practiced on someone else?
Hamish didn’t explain and just felt uncomfortable, as if something was stuck inside him.
Why did Elisa’s “I don’t believe you” make him so uncomfortable? Thinking about it carefully, didn’t he also not believe Elisa many times before? Now it was his turn to experience the feeling of not being trusted.
Elisa ate a few spoonfuls of congee but didn’t want to eat anymore.
She hadn’t eaten anything for over ten hours, and now she could only eat such a small amount. Hamish looked atthe bowl with more than half of the congee left and said, “Eat a little more.”
Elisa shook her head. “I don’t have an appetite. I can’t eat anymore.”
Hamish remained silent for a moment, then put down the bowl and used a tissue to wipe the corner of her lips. He didn’t say anything; he just looked at her, as if she was someone who required his utmost care.