Chapter 37
"Why should I give you this chance? Let's not even talk about whether Michael needs it or not. Even if he did, it wouldn't be your turn." I wasn't buying it at all and my face turned cold.
"Nancy, I just want to do my part." Bianca's momentum weakened, looking at me like she was terribly wronged.
I didn't say anything, but instead looked at Jeffrey.
Jeffrey noticed my gaze and became more serious, quickly scolding Bianca for me. "There's no need for you to do your part here. Come with me, stop being an eyesore."
With that, Jeffrey apologized to me and forcefully pulled Bianca out of the ward.
Only after seeing them leave did my mood improve a bit.
Perhaps noticing that my eyes had been following Jeffrey and Bianca, Michael took the initiative to explain. "I only see Bianca as a sister; I don't have any other feelings for her."
Even without Michael's explanation, I could tell.
Hearing his words, I smiled and answered seriously. "I know, after all, she is Jeffrey's sister."
Of course, I knew why Michael felt that way. I was just annoyed that Bianca couldn't read the room.
But these were just minor incidents that didn't affect me much.
Now that Michael was awake but couldn't move his legs, I could only compress my work time as much as possible to stay with him.
Seeing me still in the hospital room, Michael tentatively tried to persuade me. "Nancy, I'm fine now. You should go home and rest early."
I understood Michael was worried about me, but the more he was like this, the less I could leave his side.
I looked at him, my eyes gradually becoming more determined. "It's okay, Michael. I've handled all the work at the company. During this time, I'll personally take care of you."
Seeing my insistence, Michael's expression was complicated, like heartache mixed with helplessness.
But even so, he still tried to persuade me. "I'll have someone arrange for a caregiver to look after me, don't worry about me."
I didn't respond to his words, but instead pulled out the accompanying bed in the room.
After making the bed, I continued to insist. "You're so seriously injured right now. I won't feel at ease if a caregiver takes care of you. Don't worry about me, I can rest just as well on the accompanying bed."
With that, I lay directly on the accompanying bed, not giving him any chance to refuse again.
Even though I hadn't rested well for several nights, when I actually lay on the accompanying bed, I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
I unconsciously tossed and turned, my mind full of scenes from my death in my previous life.
Various memories overlapped and piled up together, making me feel even more upset and irritated.
Seeing that I still hadn't fallen asleep, Michael moved to the side of the bed, making room, and gently called to me. "Nancy, come sleep on the bed. We can squeeze together; it'll be more comfortable."
I was a bit conflicted. After all, Michael couldn't move easily. If I lay on the same bed with him, I might very well disturb his rest.
After struggling internally, I still refused. "It's okay, I'm fine sleeping here."
Seeing my insistence, Michael changed his excuse. "Nancy, I want you closer to me."
Hearing this, I helplessly moved the bed closer to Michael's hospital bed, trying to eliminate any gap between the two beds.
When I finished doing this and was about to lie on the accompanying bed again, Michael suddenly pulled me over.
He half-circled me in his arms, deliberately speaking softly by my ear, his tone somewhat tempting. "Nancy, it's not like I can do anything to you right now. Are you really so unwilling to lie with me?"
Hearing his words, I felt like my heart skipped a beat.
After hesitating, I still lay down in the space Michael had made.
Seeing me give in, Michael carefully held me in his arms.
Perhaps because I was lying in Michael's arms, my breathing gradually became heavier, and my eyelids felt very heavy.
Finally my consciousness gradually blurred. I remember that just before falling asleep, Michael was still gazing at me affectionately.
"No, don't..."
When I woke up again, I sat bolt upright in bed, cold sweat uncontrollably seeping from my forehead and back.
Gasping for breath, my mind was filled with images of my tragic death in my previous life, and John and Susan's mockery of me.
Those memories circled in my mind like a curse.
My commotion was too loud and woke up Michael sleeping beside me.
Seeing I'd had a nightmare, he held me in his arms, gently patting my back, soothingly comforting me. "It's okay, Nancy, I'm here, don't be afraid."
Hearing the familiar voice, my emotions gradually stabilized. Looking at the familiar yet strange environment before me, my thoughts gradually returned.
Feeling Michael's movements, my nose tingled, and I threw myself directly into his arms, hugging him tightly.
I could even hear Michael's heart beating wildly.
Perhaps only this way could I be sure that everything I had now truly existed.
Seeing me like this, Michael's movements became even gentler. "Don't be afraid anymore, Nancy. As long as I'm here, nothing bad will find you. I'll protect you."
I responded with a muffled sound in his arms, my mood still low. "I know, I just had a nightmare."
I didn't dare tell Michael the specific content of the dream.
But Michael obviously didn't care, and even teased me in different ways. "How old are you? You still like a child. What will you do in the future if I'm not by your side?"
Hearing his teasing words, I lightly patted his chest.
And Michael, using my movement, pretended to be in pain and lay back on the bed. "Nancy, are you trying to kill me? If you beat me to death, what will you do in the future?"
Seeing his pained expression, I thought I hadn't controlled my strength well and anxiously opened his clothes to check. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Should I call the doctor for you?"
While I was anxious, I didn't notice Michael's lips curling up smugly.
After I'd looked over his entire upper body, he finally grabbed my hand and placed it on his heart. "Nancy, just touch me, and I'll be fine."
Only then did I realize he'd been pretending. "Michael, you tricked me!"
Seeing me say this, Michael went along with my words and apologized. "I'm sorry, Nancy. How could I be so bad? How could I tease you like this?"
While saying this, Michael gently cupped my face and couldn't help but kiss me deeply on the lips.
Feeling his initiative, I unconsciously raised my head to meet him.
Perhaps feeling my response, his kiss gradually became more intense.
Urgent and fierce kisses fell on my lips, and I felt like my lips weren't even my own anymore.
Deep in passion, Michael unconsciously moved his hand deeper into my clothes.
His large hand roamed over my skin, breathing heavily. I could even feel his hardness.
I knew we couldn't continue. I pulled back a bit, breathing rapidly. "No, you're still injured."
Michael left my lips, staring at me with his heart stirring, unconsciously leaning closer again, pressing his forehead against mine, panting.
"I'm fine." As he spoke, his fingertips were still kneading my breasts, his face full of lingering desire.