Free Web NovelChapter 322: Chapter 320: Gift Pack for the Elderly
By the time Aaron and the others came in, Mia Grant had already broken free from Kian Keller’s embrace.
But she didn’t leave. Instead, she sat down on the sofa across from him.
Zelo greeted her, "Miss Grant."
Mia Grant nodded expressionlessly.
The doctor began examining Kian Keller. Right under Mia’s gaze, he stripped open his clothes, revealing his injuries.
Mia Grant had caught a secret glimpse of Kian Keller’s leg injury before.
But she had never looked at it so openly, because she knew he wouldn’t like it.
She hadn’t meant to look this time, either. She just hadn’t managed to avert her eyes in time and got a direct view.
’That scar... How could it be so long?’
Just looking at it made Mia Grant feel as if every bone in her own body ached.
Throughout it all, the man didn’t make a sound. His gaze was fixed on her face, unabashed and direct, as if he were afraid she would sneak away. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Mia Grant had thought Silas Grant had only kicked him in the legs a couple of times. She never imagined his torso was injured as well.
When she heard his ribs were broken, she shot to her feet, unable to sit still any longer.
Her sudden movement startled everyone in the room, including Kian Keller.
Several pairs of eyes turned to her. Mia Grant pressed her lips together, but in the end, she said nothing and slowly sat back down.
’Thankfully, his lungs weren’t affected, so he wouldn’t need surgery.’
Still, a broken bone was no small matter.
His leg was already injured, and now his upper body was, too.
Mia Grant watched the doctors bustling around him, fitting him with a chest brace. She sighed to herself. frёewebnoѵēl.com
She was angry, yes—furious at Kian Keller—but she was even more furious with herself.
She felt like her life was just getting harder and harder. She’d been so busy for so long, but whenever she had a quiet moment, she still felt lost.
Her future seemed like a blank slate.
She was the kind of person who got anxious without a plan, and even more anxious when someone else disrupted it.
She never wanted anything like this to happen to Kian Keller.
Part of the reason she’d thrown a fit was to show Kian Keller that she wasn’t a pushover. She wanted him to back off, to give up when things got tough, and to stop digging into all this useless stuff.
But she never expected things to escalate this far.
Mia Grant rubbed the aching bridge of her nose. Not wanting to think anymore, she pulled out her phone to play a couple of games and distract herself.
But when she took it out, she remembered she’d turned it off.
A moment later, Kian Keller’s voice came from across the room. "Aaron, hand her my phone."
Aaron promptly brought the phone over to her.
Mia Grant glanced at it, then took it without hesitation. She unlocked it with practiced ease and started downloading a game.
The only sound in the room had been the quiet bustling of the doctors, which was soft enough not to be considered noise.
Before long, the sound effects of a game filled the air.
It was a tile-matching game.
Mia Grant couldn’t log into her own account, so she had to use Kian Keller’s phone number to register a new one and start from scratch.
Kian Keller didn’t find it noisy at all. On the contrary, the sound was reassuring.
With the doctors moving back and forth in front of him, he couldn’t guarantee that he could keep his eyes on her the entire time.
But at least he could hear the game’s sound effects.
Kian Keller asked, "Do you want something to eat?"
Mia Grant looked up, unsure who he was talking to. Kian Keller met her eyes and repeated the question.
’She’d eaten before coming over, but after all this commotion, she was actually a little hungry.’
"Is there a menu? Actually, never mind. I want roast duck."
The food on the dining table not far behind her had long since gone cold and was certainly inedible.
The hotel, probably assuming Kian Keller was going to propose, had prepared a Western-style meal. It didn’t suit Mia Grant’s palate, so there was no point in reheating it.
Kian Keller glanced at Aaron, who immediately understood and went to contact the hotel staff.
By the time Mia Grant finished eating, the doctors had also trickled out.
Mia Grant washed her hands and asked if he wanted any.
Kian Keller shook his head.
Mia Grant didn’t press him.
"Then you should go rest."
He asked, "And you?"
"I’m going home."
Mia Grant stood up.
Kian Keller’s expression tensed. "There are no buses running this late, and the subway has stopped for the night. Just go back in the morning."
He remembered she’d said she didn’t like riding in cars, that she found the small space stuffy.
A little while ago, when she was in a bad mood, she really hadn’t wanted to get in a car.
But now that she had calmed down considerably, she wasn’t going to be fussy about it.
But... meeting his gaze, Mia Grant could tell he was desperate to have her stay the night.
"When are you going back?"
It took Kian Keller a moment to realize what she was asking.
"I’m in no hurry. I’ll leave once you’re not angry anymore."
"..."
Mia Grant pursed her lips. "If you’re physically up to it, you should leave tomorrow."
"Stop putting yourself through all this. It’s your own body."
He said, "You’re mine, too."
Mia Grant shot him a look. "I belong to myself."
He smoothly replied, "Then I’m yours."
"..."
Mia Grant was left speechless. She turned and walked toward the master bedroom. "Have them help you to bed. I’m done with you."
Mia Grant took a shower. When she came out, she found Kian Keller already lying in her bed.
She was stunned for a moment. "How did you get in here?"
"Didn’t you say to rest?"
"There are so many rooms... You did this on purpose, didn’t you?"
"They helped me in."
Kian Keller’s tone was calm, yet it carried a strange hint of innocence.
Mia Grant wanted to kick him out, but the thought of his injuries made her reconsider.
"Then I’ll go to another room."
A sigh came from the bed.
"Tonight, I want to sleep in the same bed as you."
"Just to rest," he stressed.
’He didn’t really need to specify. In his current condition... he’d have to have a death wish.’
So Mia Grant wasn’t worried he would try to pull anything.
"Fine."
She walked over, pulled back the covers, and lay down on her side, too tired to argue with him anymore.
CLICK. The bedside lamp went out.
Mia Grant hugged the blanket tightly, her back to him.
After what felt like a long time, the man behind her slowly moved closer, gently wrapping his arms around her over the blankets.
"I’m sorry."
Mia Grant wasn’t asleep. She wasn’t the least bit tired.
Maybe she was too wound up, or maybe her mind was just in turmoil.
She opened her eyes and stared into the darkness for a moment. As the man behind her began to pull away, she said softly, "I forgive you. You don’t have to apologize again."
"I don’t like the color of that brooch. Get a different one."
"Have someone send it to my apartment as soon as possible."
Her words were still tinged with pique, making her sound incredibly spoiled.
But Kian Keller breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright. Is there anything else you want? I’ll have it all sent over together."
"No, that’s all." After a pause, she added, "Have someone go to my place tomorrow to pick something up. It’s your Valentine’s Day gift."
Kian Keller heard this and didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.
He was torn between anticipation and self-reproach.
Even when she was this angry with him, she had still thought to prepare a gift.
’He hadn’t even realized Valentine’s Day was right around the corner...’
Mia Grant left early the next morning. She was in a hurry to get back to the university for class. Before she left, she tossed one last sentence over her shoulder: "Get back home, and don’t you dare come back until you’re fully recovered."
Zero delivered the item to the airport.
Kian Keller opened it eagerly. When he saw what was inside, he froze—
Zelo, peeking from the side, couldn’t help but scold Zero. "Did you grab the wrong thing? This is supposed to be a Valentine’s gift, not a senior citizen’s care package!"
"I didn’t," Zero insisted. "Sir’s name is written right on the box."
The others looked, and sure enough, it was.
"..."
