Free Web NovelChapter 1295: Chapter 1293: She Is His Treasure
Leah saw his eyes dodging a bit, his ears flushed red, and immediately, a naughty thought crossed her mind. She reached out to hug him and coyly said, "I’m so full, I can’t walk."
Richard Shaw noticed how close she was. Her beautiful features seemed to glow in the dark night, as she clung to his arm, playfully acting coy with a smile in her eyes. The man’s heart softened instantly, and he asked, "Should I carry you?"
Actually, he still wanted to maintain a last bit of dignity in front of his troops, so the man asked instead of directly carrying her to the car. Otherwise, it might not take even one night for the news of Major General Shaw carrying his wife at the hot pot restaurant to spread across the entire Southwest Military Zone, and then spread towards the Central Military Region, possibly leading to a week of "harassment" from all sides.
Obviously, he didn’t want to. Leah saw his hesitation, narrowed her eyes slightly, stood on tiptoes, and quickly pecked him on the cheek. The next second, the man picked her up, striding swiftly towards where the Hummer was parked, moving quickly without looking back.
Leah had become quite thin recently, and the man held her steadily, enveloping most of her body in his embrace, shielding her from the fierce cold wind.
She turned back wanting to wave at Richard’s troops, but as soon as she moved, the man held her even tighter, softly saying, "Don’t move, you might fall."
Leah’s smile widened naturally. She reached out to hold his neck, touched his ear, and said playfully, "Richard Woodsy, your ear is red."
Not only were his ears red, but his cheeks were also burning. Major General Shaw was quite helpless as he warned, "Touch my ear again, and I’ll kiss you."
"Okay, okay, I won’t touch anymore." Leah stopped teasing him recklessly since if this stubborn-minded man insisted on kissing her in public on the street, it would be quite embarrassing, considering he’s done such things before at the entrance of their home.
Richard Shaw had never felt that the parking spot was so far away. As they walked along, some young couples looked at them jealously, and a few started arguing directly upon seeing them.
"Look how romantic they are, a princess carry. I just want you to hold my hand, and you’re unwilling."
"You should take a look at how beautiful she is compared to you."
"Break up, let’s break up when we get home."
"Then let’s go home first."
Leah laughed out loud, feeling like everything around them under the night sky became distant. The whole world quieted down, leaving only the sound of his heartbeat and footsteps.
The man’s heartbeat was fast, steady, and strong. The heat radiated from the fabric on his chest. Leah thought if she kept holding onto him, Richard might not want to take her for hot pot again. Her slender, fair hand tugged his collar and laughed, "Alright, I’ll walk on my own."
The man seemed not to hear her and continued holding her steadily, smoothly reaching the parking spot. He opened the car door, placing her on the passenger seat, then leaned in to gaze at her. His tea-colored eyes in the night were like stars at midnight, emanating a deep, mysterious glow.
Richard Shaw saw how hard she was trying to suppress her laughter, her big innocent eyes looking at him like she was being cute yet coy, making his Adam’s apple move. He reached out to stroke her black hair, smiling softly.
In truth, he would love to hold her for a lifetime. Little Leah, she didn’t know she was his treasure.
When they returned to the hospital, Cornelius Turner was standing outside the ward, watching them return hand in hand, stuck to each other. Seeing them come back empty-handed, the hopeful look in his eyes instantly vanished. Why would he expect two lovebirds to realize he hadn’t eaten?
"Mr. Turner, later someone from the Shaw Family will bring over some daily necessities, and I asked them to pack a dinner for you to try the Shaw Family chef’s skills." As Richard Shaw followed Leah into the ward, he suddenly thought of something, turned around with a deep, pleasant voice.
Cornelius Turner: "!!!"
The man finished speaking, nodded politely at him, and then entered the ward.
Cornelius Turner stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, suddenly wanting to pull out a cigarette to smoke.
All these years, he had weathered many storms with Griffith Squire, through trials and tribulations, and it’s the first time he was addressed as Mr. Turner, especially by a Major General. Although he had resigned, everyone knew well enough that if he wanted to regain power, it would be easy.
No wonder A-Nye followed him for nearly ten years without a word of complaint.
If the enmity between the Shaw and Squire Families could be resolved a bit earlier, perhaps the detours, bloodshed, and tears along the way could have been avoided.
Cornelius Turner stood outside in a daze until Mrs. Zhao and the Squire Family brought over Richard Shaw and Leah’s belongings. The elderly lady worried about the cold weather, and them suffering in the hospital, eagerly packed two big boxes of items to bring over.
The hospital had heating, and they stayed in a comfortable guest family room, so where was the suffering?
"Cornelius, this is the young master’s dinner for you and ginseng soup for Mr. Squire, it’s been simmering on low heat continuously." Cornelius Turner had been staying at the Shaw Mansion for the past half month, becoming quite familiar with its people.
Mrs. Zhao cheerfully took out the four-layer wooden lunchbox from its cotton wrapping and smiled, "Hurry and eat while it’s hot. It’s all dishes cooked by Old Ma himself. I’ll go put the young master’s and Miss Leah’s belongings in the family room."
Cornelius accepted the still-hot lunchbox, feeling warm inside, and quickly said, "Mrs. Zhao, I’ll take you there."
In the ward, Griffith Squire woke up once the anesthetic wore off, opened his eyes to see Leah at the bedside, and felt slightly relieved. Then, seeing Richard Shaw nearby, he unconsciously frowned.
Griffith Squire, upon waking, tried to sit up, but Leah barely had time to feel joy before she was startled by him, immediately putting on a stern face and stomping her foot, "What are you moving for? Haven’t learned your lesson after nearly losing your life?"
Griffith Squire wanted to sit up but found half his body unresponsive, and his handsome and edgy face turned gloomy. He was fine before entering the hospital, and now did he turn paralyzed?
"Maybe the anesthetic hasn’t fully worn off yet," Richard Shaw spoke calmly from the side, noticing the stiffness in his movements.
Griffith Squire was someone extremely lacking in security, yet overflowing with protective instincts, only trusting his own strength while having family members to defend. His first conscious thought likely was to ensure he’s always combat-ready.
Leah pressed the call button, and soon the doctor came to check, saying, "He woke earlier than estimated. The paralysis and weakness are due to residual effects of the anesthesia; it’s basically nothing serious. Later, he’ll need careful physical care."
The body wasn’t in jeopardy, he wouldn’t die, but the psychological trauma required slow healing. Griffith Squire wouldn’t pay much mind to those interrogation methods; if it were him, to achieve a goal, he might resort to even harsher and harsher techniques.
