Chapter 20 Slept like a dog
This woman is really something. She took advantage of every opportunity and knew that he was wary of his grandmother, so she tried to win her favor. The key is that his grandmother was really fooled by her.
Well done. "Okay, it's getting late. You should rest now," the old lady looked at the clock on the wall and said to them, "Brandon, take your wife back. You don't need to send me off. Oh, and Victoria is too thin. She obviously doesn't eat well. Finley, stay for a few days and take good care of the young lady's health."
"Grandmother..." Brandon moved, but Finley was his grandmother's confidant, so he would definitely keep an eye on him and report his every move to his grandmother.
This won't do.
The old lady turned around, squinted her eyes, and her eyes showed a hint of danger. "What's wrong, Brandon? Are you trying to deceive me? You brought Victoria back to please me, but once I leave, you'll kick her out?"
"How could that be?"
"Then I'll have Finley stay. You don't look happy about it."
"Fine, let him stay."
Brandon turned around, his calm eyes looking at the innocent Victoria behind him.
He was going to settle the score with her tonight, and with the door closed, she wouldn't be able to escape.
Victoria felt a chill down her spine as she was stared at by his eyes. She had a feeling that his gaze was not friendly.
It wasn't until Duncan Jingting pulled her into his bedroom that Victoria realized something was wrong. "I'm staying here tonight?" she asked.
The room had been completely renovated since the last time she saw it, when he was lying there barely conscious. But it was still his bedroom, and as soon as she entered, she couldn't help but remember the time she took off his...
Seeing her staring at the bed, cheeks turning red, Brandon's lips curled into a cold smile. "Don't tell me you're thinking that just because my grandmother let you stay here, you can do something with me."
Victoria quickly turned her head. "Of course not."
"You'd better not have any inappropriate thoughts," he snorted, approaching her and grabbing her collar. "You can't get on my bed, understand? You'll sleep on the floor tonight."
"What kind of person are you?" she asked. Making a girl sleep on the floor, was he even a man?
Brandon said, "Do you think I won't pursue what happened today just because you're here?"
He took a step closer to her.
It was only then that Victoria remembered that she had just threatened him earlier today.
But before he had time to deal with her, the old lady arrived.
She quickly said, "You promised me you wouldn't pursue it... okay, okay, I'll sleep on the floor, whatever." She quickly found a blanket and obediently started making her bed on the floor.
Brandon slightly eased his anger and gave her a glare before entering the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of rushing water could be heard. Victoria looked at the bathroom door, which was made of frosted glass and reflected his tall figure. He was really handsome, but that was all there was to it. He was not someone to mess with, and she dared not look at him for too long.
By the time he came out, she had already fallen asleep.
With her back facing him, it didn't seem like she would crawl onto his bed. Was she really that obedient?
Brandon hesitated for a moment, then lifted the covers and prepared to go to sleep.
A faint fragrance lingered in the room. He couldn't explain why, but it felt familiar, as if he had smelled it in a dream before.
Did this woman wear perfume? And she said she had no intention of getting into his bed. If that were true, why would she wear perfume? After waiting for a while, he heard the sound of her even breathing. She had already fallen asleep.
Was she a pig? How could she sleep so soundly in the same room as a man?
Brandon couldn't help but feel angry. He angrily lifted the covers and looked at the woman. She was lying there, defenseless, with a smooth and white neck. She looked so peaceful and innocent.
He was so angry that he turned over and went to sleep. He didn't know how long it had been, but he eventually fell into a deep sleep.
But not long after she fell asleep, she was abruptly awakened by a rapid and heavy breathing.
The person in the bed was making painful noises.
Victoria rubbed her eyes and looked around the luxurious and unfamiliar room. It suddenly dawned on her that she was sleeping in Brandon's bedroom. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she had been sleeping heavily for the past few days, feeling like she couldn't wake up, and was especially prone to drowsiness.
In the past, she would never have fallen asleep so quickly in an unfamiliar place.
Having lived in the villa for half a month, she had been drawing every day, and was probably just too tired. At this moment, she heard him groaning in pain again.
Victoria got up and looked over. He had only turned on a dim bedside lamp and was lying in a silk quilt, which was tightly clutched in his hand, making it all wrinkled. There was also a light layer of sweat on his forehead, and he looked very uncomfortable. The quilt was moving up and down, and it seemed that his legs were trembling.
She hurried over.
"Brandon? What's wrong with you, Brandon?"
She quickly shook his body, and Brandon stirred his lips and woke up. His pale lips looked bloodless, and he looked extremely uncomfortable and in pain.
"What's wrong with you?" Victoria asked, puzzled. He glanced at his legs.
For the past few nights, his legs had been extremely sore and painful every time he woke up.
"The doctor said that this is a sequelae of lying down for a year, and can only be slowly cured through rehabilitation," Victoria translated the Chinese novel into English with accuracy and fluency. The usual soreness was tolerable, but today's pain made him feel unbearable.
"Is it very painful? How did this happen?" Victoria suddenly realized the problem and quickly touched his leg. She thought he looked no different from a normal person after waking up, but apparently there was still a problem.
"I'll go find someone."
"No need." He grabbed her arm.
"Why not?" She looked surprised. "This is not the time to be brave."
Brandon's lips were pale, and his face was as white as paper, slowly freezing.
"Let Fernando's people know that my body is not yet well, and I will find a chance to attack."
He had to endure this because of that?
Watching him like this, Victoria was anxious and jumped up and down. After thinking for a moment, she picked up her phone and searched for information.
She found that there were indeed similar symptoms that required rehabilitation training and massage to relieve.
Victoria understood and quickly rolled up her sleeves, ready to help.
Seeing her like this, Brandon was a little surprised. "What are you doing?"
Victoria looked up with a sincere and bright expression. "I learned stretching in physical education class at school. I can give you a massage. It will be much better after the massage."
He furrowed his brows in suspicion, looking at her with doubt.
"Don't worry, I can do it."
He wanted to refuse, but a sharp pain in his leg made him give up resistance. It really hurt too much today.
Maybe it's worth a try.
His hand slowly loosened, and Victoria took the opportunity to climb onto the bed.
Brandon looked at her in surprise as she lifted his blanket and sat on his thigh.
Without looking at him, she began to press and massage his leg with both hands.
"What are you doing?" Brandon's voice was incredulous as he pointed to her actions.
"I'm giving you a massage," Victoria replied, looking at his movements and understanding, "Your calf is too tight, it's obviously caused by muscle tension. It needs a good massage."
"..."
Brandon couldn't feel the pain anymore. She sat there, her nose slightly sweating from the effort, so serious and meticulous in massaging the muscles on his leg.
"Get off." He finally couldn't stand it anymore and growled lowly.
Victoria was startled, thinking that she might have hurt him, "I can be gentler."
Her fingers touched Brandon's body, and an unnamed anger surged up. He pulled her down and looked at her as she fell.
"This is what you asked for!"
Afterward, his crimson eyes, ablaze with an unusual fire, fiddled with the buttons on top...