“Why didn’t you…”
Call the police?
Lillian suddenly realized she had asked a foolish question.
That was his own home. Even his own home was unsafe, filled with hidden dangers at every turn.
“Not just that, from childhood, it’s been assassination attempts, traps everywhere. Nothing has ever been simple. Finding venomous snakes at home was a common occurrence.”
“Miss Lillian, please help him. He won’t leave. He came here for you. Your words work better than ours.”
Lillian bit her lip, watching Andrew, drenched, and said, “Stop standing there. Come inside and help me. I’ve never dealt with something like this before. I’ll get you a set of my uncle’s clothes to change into.”
John wasn’t tall, so the clothes were way too big for Andrew, making him look somewhat ridiculous.
But no one was laughing tonight.
Conrad soon became delirious.
Under Andrew’s guidance, Lillian applied the hemostatic medicine to his wounds and wrapped them up.
“Is this enough?”
“It’s sufficient. As long as he stays calm and rests, he’ll be fine.”
“I noticed a lot of new injuries on him.”
“Those are from the last car accident.”
Lillian froze, remembering that kidnapping incident. “He hasn’t recovered fully yet?”
“Far worse than you think. After that, he was shot, and that’s when he got really sick.” Andrew had been unusually forthcoming today. After getting Conrad settled, he bowed to Lillian. “Miss Lillian, thank you for everything tonight.”
Andrew had always represented Conrad.
He wasn’t just Conrad’s bodyguard; even Ford listened to him, so he was essentially half of Conrad’s presence.
Lillian had been with Conrad for many years, and Andrew hadn’t paid much attention to her until now.
So when he bowed, Lillian immediately took a step back. “You don’t need to thank me. I wouldn’t have just left him like that.”
“I’m not thanking you because of this. Because of my negligence, I let you and Mr. Conrad suffer so many injuries. I admit that I didn’t put in my full effort to protect you before. One reason was to make you thoroughly scared of staying with him, hoping you would choose to leave on your own. The other… was my own oversight. I didn’t take your safety seriously.”
“I know.” Lillian quickly interrupted him, handing him the cup of water. “I know all of this. I’m aware of my own position. I know you all look down on me, and I understand that. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Since you’re here, I’ll go upstairs to sleep. Just make sure to close the door when you all leave tomorrow morning.”
She tried to leave, but found that Conrad’s hand was still tightly gripping hers. She tried to pull away, but it tugged at his wounds.
“Miss Lillian!”
Lillian helplessly looked at him. “What’s the meaning of this?”
Andrew spoke up, “I’ll stand by the door. Please take care of Mr. Conrad.”
With that, he walked away from Lillian.
Soon, the room was left with just her and Conrad.
Lillian didn’t know whether to stay or leave. In the end, she sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at Conrad in frustration.
“What kind of person are you, showing up at my place covered in wounds?”
“Do you think you’re Superman or something?”
“Who would even dare follow you, with that kind of life?”
“Leave that good fortune to Daisy.”
After venting her frustration, Lillian felt drowsy. Unable to resist, she covered him with the blanket and gently wiped the skin on the back of his neck, hoping his temperature would go down.
The first half of the night was fine, but by the second half, listening to his steady breathing, her head started to feel heavy, and she could barely keep her eyes open.
She tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was like iron, unyielding.
Helpless, Lillian just sat down on the floor, leaning against the bed, and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, she felt cold, but was soon wrapped in a warm, solid embrace. Without even opening her eyes, she snuggled into the warmth and continued to sleep.
When she opened her eyes the next morning, the first thing she saw was Conrad’s firm chest, and the familiar scent of him.
Lillian suddenly jolted awake, realizing she had no idea when she had ended up sleeping in his arms.
She quickly got up and touched his forehead.
Conrad opened his eyes. His face still looked bad, but at least his temperature had gone down. His recovery ability was still as strong as ever.
“Lillian?”
Lillian hurriedly responded, “Oh, I’ll be right there.”
“My grandmother is awake. You stay here for a moment. I need to go wash her face, brush her teeth, and get her breakfast.”
Conrad didn’t stop her. He watched her rush out in a hurry, then propped himself up and felt the warmth of her still lingering in the bed.
In fact, last night had been the best sleep he’d had in a long time.
“Last night, the rain seemed to get heavier again,” Grandma Kristin mumbled.
“Yeah, did you sleep well?”
“I took my medicine, so I didn’t know what was going on. I slept really well. But you look like you didn’t sleep well. Where’s Conrad?”
“He probably hasn’t woken up yet. I was… watching variety shows last night.”
“Mm, you young ones really should go to bed earlier.”
Lillian was heading out to buy breakfast when she realized Conrad had followed her.
“What are you getting up for? You’ve still got injuries. Go back to bed right now.”
It had rained the night before, and the ground was still wet.
Conrad looked pale, wearing only thin clothes-he really didn’t seem to care about his own safety.
“Come on, I’ll go with you to get breakfast.”
Lillian was truly exasperated. She noticed the neighbors were already heading out, and some of them glanced at her, clearly noticing the situation.
“You’d better leave quickly. Don’t waste any more time here.”
“Mm.” He answered nonchalantly.
Lillian let out a quiet sigh of relief.
The bread shop was right at the end of the alley.
When the shopkeeper’s daughter saw Conrad, she immediately handed him the biggest bread.
She smiled at Lillian and asked, “Who’s this?”
Lillian just smiled weakly and didn’t answer. It wasn’t until she was paying that she realized the woman had also slipped in a bag of milk.
“This is for the young man! He looks just like a celebrity.”
“Hey, handsome guy, please come here often.”
Conrad raised an eyebrow and silently followed Lillian as they left.
There had been a lot of people in the bread shop, and all eyes were on him, which made him uncomfortable. Especially since so many people had brushed against him.
“You people here are really friendly,” Conrad said.
Lillian replied, “It’s a place with simple, honest folk.”
As she finished speaking, she noticed Robert standing across the street, staring at the two of them with a grim expression.
As soon as Robert stepped out the door, a familiar neighbor asked him if he and Lillian had broken up. The neighbor also mentioned that they had seen a man leaving her house early that morning.