Chapter 368: Chapter 368: Did He Really Leave?
"Where are the kids?" Chantelle asked as she pushed Daniel away.
"At Philip’s place," Daniel said, rubbing the spot where she’d pushed him.
Chantelle looked at him, hinting for him to take her to the kids.
"Go back to your room first. I’ll bring you to them when you’re feeling better," he said, leading her back to her room.
As soon as they arrived, Chantelle lay down on the bed and let the doctors fix her IV drip without fighting them.
"Be careful," Daniel told the doctors as he gently covered Chantelle’s eyes.
The doctors nodded and carefully inserted the needle into her vein. After finishing, they quickly left the room, especially the young doctor Chantelle had teased earlier.
"Are you okay?" Chantelle asked softly.
"I’m fine," Daniel said with a smile.
Chantelle didn’t trust his answer. She pulled open his shirt without warning, exposing his toned chest.
Daniel looked at her with his eyes full of desire. "My wife wants..."
But when his shirt was removed, the bruises on his arms and back were clear. They looked painful, even from a distance.
Chantelle pressed hard on one of the bruises and glared at him. "This is what you call fine? Should I pull your pants off too and check where else you’re hurt?"
Daniel’s lust faded. His feelings for Chantelle grew deeper as he looked at her. She blushed hard when she saw the way he was looking at her. Her voice softened.
"Go back to your room if you’re not fine yet. Don’t bother me," Chantelle mumbled as she turned her face away.
"Didn’t my wife want to check my lower body wounds?" Daniel said, teasing her.
"Mr. Wilson, behave yourself," Chantelle said, her face turning bright red as she pulled the blanket over herself.
"Don’t hide. You’ll suffocate under there. And my lower body’s fine. You can check for yourself once you’re better," Daniel said as he reached out to pull the blanket away from her.
Chantelle’s muffled voice came from under the blanket. "If people knew that cold, serious Mr. Wilson is actually a shameless flirt, I wonder how many women’s hearts would break."
Daniel chuckled. "Why should I care about them? If I keep acting like a gentleman in front of my wife, we won’t have kids even after a hundred years."
Chantelle pulled the blanket down a little and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Aren’t you worried your ’sisters’ at Easthan will be upset if they hear you?"
Daniel frowned. "What sisters?"
Chantelle rolled her eyes and pulled the blanket over her head again.
Daniel thought for a moment and tapped the blanket lightly. "Are you still jealous of Camille? It’s been so long. You’re really good at holding grudges."
"Who’s jealous? Leave me alone."
Chantelle heard his footsteps moving away. Did he really leave?
Annoyed, she pulled the blanket down and glared at the door, only to see Daniel standing there, smirking. His face clearly said, I knew it.
Chantelle felt embarrassed.
Before she could get angry, Daniel quickly turned and said, "I’ll go get you some food," then walked away.
"Damn it!" Chantelle blurted out, hoping Daniel didn’t hear her.
Half an hour later, Daniel returned with a plate of pancakes.
Chantelle’s IV drip had just finished, and the doctor was removing the needle.
"Is Mr. Wilson’s medication ready?" Chantelle asked suddenly.
"It’s been ready for a while. We reminded him a few times, but he refused to go back to his room for the IV," the doctor said nervously. After speaking, he felt a chill and turned around to see Daniel glaring at him.
"Mrs. Wilson, you’ve been asleep for a long time. You need to regain your strength. It’s best if you eat some pancakes," the doctor said, pointing at the plate in Daniel’s hands.
Chantelle nearly burst out laughing when she saw how serious yet nervous he looked.
The doctor quickly added, "Mrs. Wilson, look how much Mr. Wilson cares about you. He made these pancakes himself even though he’s not feeling well. This must be love. Real love."
"Alright, enough. You can leave now," Daniel said, seeing Chantelle’s face blushing as she tried not to laugh.
Chantelle looked at Daniel as he cut the pancake and held it up to feed her. She shook her head. "Let me laugh first."
Daniel smiled softly as he watched her laugh. But no matter how happy he felt, he wouldn’t laugh like her. He just let the corners of his mouth lift slightly.
"Is it really that funny?" he asked, putting down the pancake and grabbing a tissue to wipe her tears.
Chantelle covered her face as she can’t stop laughing. "It’s really funny!"
At first, her laughter made him smile too. But as time passed, his smile slowly faded.
He gently pulled her hands away from her face. Her eyes were filled with tears. The tissue in his hand was already soaked.
"What’s wrong?" Daniel asked, panic in his voice as he wiped her tears.
"Nothing. I’m just... too happy."
Chantelle shook her head. "We escaped from Trenton. We survived. Isn’t that something to be happy about?"
Daniel stared at her in disbelief. She sat up and shoved a big bite of pancake into her mouth.
"If you feel like crying, just cry," he said softly, pulling her into his arms and gently patting her back.
Maybe it was the feeling of finally being safe, or emotions she had buried for too long. Chantelle grabbed him and cried silently in his arms.
But when she caught the strange yet familiar scent of his body, she hesitated.
She pushed him away gently, wiped her tears, and swallowed the pancake in her mouth. Her expression turned serious.
"I’m fine. It was just that doctor... he was too funny."
Daniel looked at Chantelle, confused. He thought that after everything they’d been through, he could finally reach her heart. But her walls were still there, keeping him away.
The closeness they shared just now felt like it had only existed in his mind.
For a moment, he thought about Xander. Stephanie and Kane called him godfather. They depended on him and cared about him. Was that the reason?
"Drink some milk," he said softly. He didn’t ask her what was on her mind. He knew forcing her would only push her away.
He believed that one day, she would open up to him on her own.
Chantelle ate and drank quietly while Daniel kept watching her. The silence made her feel uncomfortable.