Yvan's brow relaxed. He didn't ask more about the matter. Instead, he said, "You're also injured, so you don't have to accompany me here. Go back and get some good rest."Daisy shook her head and said, "It's okay. It's just a wound on my wrist; it's nothing. I can take care of you. Although the doctor said you don't have many internal injuries anymore, you still need to rest—" "I don't need that." Seeing how he rejected her so directly, Daisy felt hurt. But she didn't want Yvan to think badly of her. She wished they could strengthen their relationship and get married soon. "Okay, I won't disturb you then."…After Yuna was off from work, Harry came to pick her up. Because of her bad leg, Harry had to drive Sherry's car to pick her up. Right when she had just entered the car, Yvan's car came from behind.Michael was holding the steering wheel when he sensed the gloomy atmosphere from the back of the car. "Go to the company." Without a word, Michael hit the gas and drove in t
Yuna planted a kiss on her little face as she smiled gratefully, "Yeah. Mommy doesn't feel pain anymore because of Natalie's care." Natalie pouted. "If Mommy feels pain, tell Natalie about it. Natalie will blow on the wound for Mommy." "Okay." Nathaniel stared intently at Yuna's injury and was starting to suspect something in his mind. He believed that her injury must have had something to do with that man, so he must look into the matter. …Yuna was in the room of the two little ones, reading and playing games with them. She was enjoying these happy moments being with just her two children, which she hadn't enjoyed for a long while. But it didn't last long. Sherry pushed open the door and entered with a tense look. Noticing that the two weren't sleeping yet, she winked at Yuna with a troubled face."Yuna, I have something to tell you." Seeing the strange expression on Sherry's face, Yuna knitted her brow slightly. She lowered her head and smiled at the two children. "You
Harry looked down to see Yuna kept giving him a look to signal him to leave. After calming himself down, he remembered that Yuna's children were still upstairs. He said, "Call me when you're done. I'll come pick you up." "Okay." After that, Harry gave Yvan a warning glare before entering the elevator to head upstairs. Yvan was so enraged that the veins on his forehead were bulging. He took a deep breath, then stared at Yuna coldly. Yuna was terrified by that scary look in his eyes. But she said calmly, "Mr. Jenkins, thank you for your kind gesture. But I do rest better at home than at the hospital. Besides, I have someone to take care of me here. So, you don't have to put in so much effort to help me." Yvan didn't want to hear her rubbish anymore. He walked to her side and merely pushed her out in the wheelchair. Yuna got anxious and said, "Mr. Jenkins, where are you bringing me to?" Yvan pushed her wheelchair to the side of the car, then bent down to carry her and put he
Not long after, they reached Birchwood Heights. Seeing where they were, Yuna didn't want to get down the car. She stared at Yvan, not looking away, "Send me back home!" Yvan's eyes bore into hers coldly. There was no warmth in his face. "Do you want me to bring that man here?" "You!" Yuna didn't think he could be so cruel. Eventually, she was carried out of the car by Yvan. She struggled a few times because he still didn't let her go. "I'll just sit in the wheelchair. I don't need you to carry me like this." "I'll give you hell if you move one more time!" He threatened her grimly. Yuna gritted her teeth, not knowing what he wanted to do now. Soon, Yvan carried her to the master bedroom on the second floor. Yuna was still somewhat repulsed seeing the room, but she was placed on the bed. She wanted to get up at once. However, Yvan pressed his hands on either side of her body and closed in threateningly, "Since it's your legs that are injured, I can still do something el
Yvan, who came downstairs with an icy expression, told Hesta, "From today onward, Yuna will be staying here. Just take care of her like how you did last time." Hesta didn't know what happened between the two of them. She was obviously happy that Yuna would stay at Birchwood Heights, but she could sense that something was off about their relationship, whether it came from Yvan or Yuna. She asked carefully, "What if Ms. Feron wants to leave?" "She's not allowed to." Hesta met Yvan's petrifying eyes and instantly lowered her head. "Very well." "Go prepare some food for her." After leaving some instructions to her, Yvan asked Michael to send the documents to the study. Michael gave Hesta a look, signaling her to just follow Yvan's instructions. Since Yuna couldn't leave, she could only send a text to Sherry. She lied that Yvan was worried about her injuries, so he brought her back to the hospital to examine her again. That was why she wouldn't be able to come back for a while
Yuna thought she could try to get some information from those two good friends of Yvan. Maybe they'd know what happened seven years ago. But as to how she could do that, she still had to come up with some ideas.Hesta thought Yuna had listened to what she said, so she was relieved. Even if she had more to say, she should stop there. "Ms. Feron, remember to have some food. I'll head down first. You can call me if anything." "Thank you, Hesta." Yuna had gradually calmed down. At least she now knew where to start. After eating a bit of food, Yuna realized it was already quite late. She thought that Yvan wouldn't come since he locked her up there. She got down from the bed without worry and limped her way to the bathroom to wash up. She didn't know Yvan had entered the room when she was washing up.Yvan didn't see Yuna on the bed. Frowning, he turned to look at the bathroom; the lights were on. Suddenly, the sound of something crashing came from the bathroom. Yvan's face became
Yuna was having trouble sleeping because she couldn't move freely. But her left leg couldn't maintain the same position either. She had been silently counting up the time. When she felt Yvan's breathing steadied behind her, she thought he must have fallen asleep. Carefully, she moved her left leg out of the blanket. However, this slightest movement of hers made Yvan's hand, resting on her waist, shoot up to hug her instead. Instantly, the two became even closer together. Yuna took a sharp breath. Right behind her ears, Yvan's cold and raspy voice could be heard. "Why are you still so restless even when your leg is injured?" Not wanting to anger him, Yuna explained, "I felt pain in my left leg, so I want to stretch it outside the blanket." Her words jolted Yvan awake, prompting him to sit up and turn on the lights. Yuna's left leg was indeed stretched outside the blanket; half of it was dangling over the edge of the bed. In an instant, his anger dissipated. There was even gu
When Yuna met Lucian's gaze, she felt a bit embarrassed. She nodded at him as Hesta helped her to sit on the couch. Hesta said, "Ms. Feron, I'll bring you some breakfast in case you're feeling hungry." Lucian was getting ready to start. "That's right. Yvan will blame us if we let you go hungry." Upon hearing his comment, Yuna suppressed her attempt to refuse them. She looked at Hesta, who was busy in the kitchen, then turned toward Lucian. "May I ask you a few questions, Dr. Storm?" "Of course. Is there anything specific I should be aware of?" Lucian asked. Yuna was taken aback by his response, but she realized the obvious meaning behind his words when she met his eyes. "I hope you won't tell anyone that I'm the one who's asking you this." "Of course. Go ahead." Yuna thought it wouldn't be realistic for Lucian to agree so readily. After all, he was working under Yvan. However, for the time being, she wanted to test the waters so that she could ask more questions the next