When Ethan, the immaculate Ethan she cared about, fell into this mess, she couldn’t bear for him to hear such disgusting things.
Ethan, the one Aoife didn’t want to dirty his ears.
Finn seemed to read her thoughts: “Aoife, remember what you said. We’re meant to torment each other for a lifetime. If you die, the entire Jiang family will die with you. If you don’t die, I can’t touch any of them. So… I bet you won’t dare to die!”
He smirked like a madman, throwing his phone on the relatively clean floor, the call still ongoing as Ethan hadn’t hung up.
The distance was too far to hear the voices coming from the phone, but one could imagine the pain inside was as intense as it was here.
Ethan was the one who couldn’t bear to see Aoife sad.
Likewise, Aoife couldn’t bear to let him know how terrible things were for her now.
Finn pinned Aoife against the wall again, biting her lip to stifle any sound.
Finn cruelly bit her to make her cry out, wanting to stimulate Ethan who was on the phone.
“Go on… scream… Aoife, no matter how much you resist me, reject me, your body remembers me so well. Can Ethan give you this trembling feeling?”
Aoife bit her lip tightly, even if it bled, she didn’t make a sound.
Until the phone screen went black, Aoife cried, cried in despair.
She finally loosened her bitten lip, whispering silently: “Ethan… I’m fine, I don’t hurt… I’m not in pain… I’m taking care of myself… so don’t worry about me, don’t be sad for me…”
Your Aoife is no longer the innocent girl, perhaps she had never been associated with the word “innocent”. She is dirty, so forget about me.
She just wants the person who loves her to be happy, so why won’t such a simple wish be fulfilled?
Finn was resentful, angry that Aoife had no place for him in her eyes, angry at the feelings between Aoife and Ethan, important things almost surfacing in his heart.
Finn didn’t need to confirm, he knew his feelings for Aoife at that moment.
He used to say he just “liked” Aoife, but how could such deep feelings be summed up with a simple “like”?
If it were just simple liking, he wouldn’t want to keep Aoife by his side for a lifetime, wouldn’t be jealous to the point of madness at a simple eye contact between her and Ethan, wouldn’t give up Burns Group and become enemies with Old Burns for her.
Everyone advised him not to get involved, not to become another Hamish, not to care too much about Aoife, or else he would regret it one day.
So many people knew from the beginning that his feelings for Aoife were different, but he himself didn’t know.
This should be a feeling deeper than “liking”.
At this point, Finn didn’t want to confirm anymore. What was there to confirm? Just when he was trapped and unable to extricate himself, Aoife had already left, without a trace of him in her eyes.
Thinking of this, a chill surged in his chest, his blood mixed with ice, bones ached from the cold, even his fingers trembled slightly.
Aoife developed a high fever in the middle of the night, almost engulfing her entire body like a raging fire, making her body hot.
The family doctor rushed over upon receiving the call, when she saw Finn, she was stunned for a moment. The reason was that there were several scratches from his chin to his neck, with his fair skin, those red marks looked particularly stark and striking, hard to ignore.
The doctor didn’t ask much, glanced and lowered her gaze.
The family doctor had been here many times before, familiar with the layout of this house. When she learned that Aoife was in trouble again, she wasn’t surprised, hurried upstairs alone to see Aoife.
Every time she came to see Aoife, Aoife’s condition was never good. This time, the injuries on her body seemed more severe.
The family doctor sighed, she couldn’t do anything about this matter, there was no way to intervene.
Aoife lay on the bed with her eyes closed, head slightly tilted, her black hair spread out on the pillow, delicate and desolate.
After applying medicine to her wounds, checking her temperature, giving her a fever-reducing injection, and hanging a drip, the family doctor left. When she opened the door, she saw Finn standing there, the air filled with the smell of smoke, obviously he hadn’t just arrived but had been waiting for a long time.
“How is she?”
What else could she be? Just let her make a fuss, those medical instructions are annoying to say, she’s probably tired of them anyway.
Those who care don’t need her to say much, and those who don’t, no matter how much she says, it’s useless.
The family doctor calmly said, “Apply the ointment to her wounds twice a day, her fever isn’t too high, it should be fine by tonight. Keep her diet light… and also, please avoid touching the wound she has under there for the next two weeks.”
As the doctor spoke, her gaze was downcast, not looking at Finn, but she could still feel his cold indifference.
“Is there anything else?”
Anything else? The doctor carefully considered the tone of these three words, so cold and disdainful, as if she felt Aoife’s injuries weren’t deep enough.
Without holding back, the doctor raised her gaze, meeting Finn’s heavy and solemn expression, filled with icy coldness and aloofness.
The doctor replied simply, “She won’t die.”
After saying that, the doctor realized her tone was somewhat strange. Even if she felt aggrieved, Finn was her employer; there was no reason for her to accuse him like that.
She quickly changed her tone, “Mr. Snearl, why don’t you go in and see Miss Powell? I’ll leave now.”
Finn nodded, then slowly sat down stiffly, holding Aoife’s hand, their fingers intertwined. Even though their palms were tightly pressed together, even though the person in his heart was right in front of him, even though they were so close, why did it feel so far away?
How much does Aoife care about Ethan?
Does she love him?
To the point that, even if she was born into adversity, even though things were so unsatisfactory, even though she was injured, in pain, with so much despair, she still told Ethan on the phone, that she was fine…