Chapter 61 I Want to Sleep with You
Nicholas gazed at the thriving vegetable garden, watching the elderly couple's silhouettes as they supported each other walking back toward the house.
"They love this pastoral life. They hate the smell of hospitals."
"So I gave them this place."
"Everything here—they built it themselves, piece by piece."
A heaviness settled in the air.
Emma's movements paused, then she picked up another carrot stick.
The rabbits remained oblivious, still competing for the food in her hands.
Life's fragility and tenacity formed a strange contrast in this moment.
"Do you want to save him?" Emma asked, still not looking at Nicholas.
Nicholas fell silent for several seconds.
"Yes." His response was straightforward."But I'm not God." He added another sentence, carrying an almost cruel sense of reality. "Medicine has its boundaries."
Emma lowered her head, watching the rabbits. "Yes, boundaries..."
She remembered many things, many moments of helplessness.
"There's only one Dr. N in this world." Nicholas's voice held no inflection, as if stating a fact. "Even if Dr. N were here, what difference would it make?"
"Dr. N is just one person, with one pair of hands. How many people could they possibly save?"
His words held no worship, only rational analysis, even carrying a challenging undertone.
Emma looked up, meeting Nicholas's gaze seriously for the first time.
In the dim light, his features were sharp, his eyes profound.
"If you were Dr. N, what would you do?" Her question seemed sudden yet somehow inevitable.
Nicholas met her gaze without hesitation.
"Release the formula."
His answer was decisive.
"Screen qualified pharmaceutical companies for licensing."
"Allow all qualified hospitals to participate in clinical trials."
"Save as many as possible."
No trace of selfish hoarding, no consideration for the fame and profit that exclusivity might bring.
Only the simplest, most direct approach for maximum benefit to humanity.
Emma felt something stir in her chest.
This man was different from her impression of him.
She'd thought Nicholas was someone who stood atop the capitalist pyramid—cold, profit-driven.
But right now, his words carried a warmth that transcended personal interests, a kind of universal compassion she'd never sensed in him before.
Perhaps this was the real him?
Or maybe this was just his idealized state?
"Nicholas, remember everything you've said today. You will make it happen!"
It sounded like encouragement, but felt more like a promise.
Emma looked at him and smiled, tears glistening in her eyes.
She was so pure and beautiful, like wind, like clouds, like moonlight streaming through a window!
Damn it! He had the sudden urge to pull her close and kiss her senseless, then cherish her fiercely.
She simply looked at him, her gaze calm yet penetrating, asking softly,
"Nicholas, what was your original motivation for studying medicine?"
He'd thought she didn't understand him. Apparently, she knew everything.
Nicholas fell silent for several seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing.
The truth was, he'd wanted to heal the world's suffering, to save families shattered by disease.
His father's childhood dream had been to study medicine, but he'd been forced to abandon it to shoulder the family empire.
But his lips parted, speaking against his heart, "Just to save one person!"
"What about you? What was your motivation for studying medicine?" he asked in return.
He knew she was his alumna.
As for whether she was Dr. N—he was still searching for answers!
She seemed to pause, her lashes trembling slightly.
Then she met his gaze, clear and honest. The truth was, she'd studied medicine just to save one person!
But she spoke against her heart, "Of course, to heal all the world's suffering!"
Her response was simple, but her eyes revealed undisguised determination!
He stared at her intently, his gaze burning yet touched with barely perceptible tenderness.
The rare beautiful moment was broken by a phone call.
After taking the call, Nicholas helped her into the cart, saying he had business to attend to.
Back at the house, Emma went to the study where the doctor cleaned her wound and changed her bandages.
She picked up a pen, writing something in a notebook.
That evening, she received an email from Evelyn.
The email contained photos of Zoe sitting on Nicholas's lap, the two of them drinking together.
It looked both romantic and dramatic!
She casually replied: [Stop sending me this stuff. My trash folder is full.]
The response came back: [I think anger is an upward-growing force!]
Emma didn't reply.
Matthew also sent her an email with a photo of the starry sky featuring a crescent moon.
Just one line: [Take care of yourself. I'm coming to get you!]
For some reason, reading that made her heart ache.
But she didn't reply to that either, closing her laptop directly.
At eleven that night, she was sleeping peacefully when she suddenly felt something strange.
It felt like a puppy licking her face and ears. She opened her eyes to see Nicholas's handsome face and nearly jumped out of her skin.
Emma's heart leaped to her throat, instinctively trying to push him away.
The air reeked of alcohol—he seemed drunk.
But his large hand captured the back of her head first, his grip irresistible.
His deep eyes locked onto hers, swirling with complex emotions—possessiveness, struggle, and a burning intensity she couldn't understand.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.
It wasn't a gentle touch, but a punishing conquest.
His lips and tongue dominantly pried apart her defenses, claiming territory without giving her a chance to breathe.
Intense masculine presence instantly engulfed her.
Emma's mind went blank, aware only of the pain and tingling on her lips.
He kissed deeply and forcefully, as if wanting to crush her, devour her completely.
This felt like a signal from their past intimacy—long-missed yet familiar!
His kissing technique was masterful. Emma almost forgot to resist, letting him lead. While kissing her deeply, he reached to unbutton his shirt—one button, two buttons...
Emma's mind suddenly cleared, and she shouted at him, "Nicholas, what are you doing? I need to sleep!"
He lowered his head, his warm, magnetic voice falling by her ear, "I want to sleep with you!"
Emma's pupils contracted sharply as she cursed, "Who wants to sleep with you? Get out!"
By now, Nicholas had finished unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and six-pack abs—utterly tempting.
"Nicholas, get out." Emma pushed him away forcefully and turned her head.
He reached out to turn her head back, making her face him directly.
"Emma, I want you. Give yourself to me!"
He stared at her, his fingertips caressing her swollen lips, his eyes filled with pure desire.