Chapter 172: Chapter 172: In this world, no one will ever love you more than I do.
The air was filled with nothing but the sound of two people breathing heavily for a moment.
Ian Linton staggered several steps back before finally steadying himself. He raised a hand to wipe away the blood constantly dripping down his face and couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Looking at Daisy Ginger, sprawled on the bed and gasping violently, her face pale, he softly called out, "Director Ginger... I really can’t afford to underestimate you; you always manage to surprise me."
Daisy’s mind was blank. After being flung by Ian, her broken bone was injured again, and all that registered in her brain was the word "pain."
The pain was so intense that she couldn’t even hear what Ian was saying. It felt as though the world was separated from her by a vacuum barrier.
She felt Ian approach and pour some bitter liquid into her mouth. After about ten minutes, the pain gradually lessened, and she realized it was a painkiller.
The man positioned her upright at the head of the bed and squatted down to remove the cast from her shin bone.
Daisy glanced at her completely deformed calf and turned her eyes away as if she couldn’t bear it any longer.
If she could make it out alive, she would kill him, definitely kill him with her own hands! — She thought nearly through gritted teeth, and in the next second, when the man forcefully set her leg bone back in place, she passed out on the bed from the pain.
She didn’t know how much time had passed, maybe a few minutes or maybe a few hours, but when Daisy slowly awoke from the severe pain, she opened her eyes to the sight of dim yellow light.
The pain had vanished, and she felt weak, like someone waking from a nightmare, carrying an unreal sense of fatigue.
Until Ian Linton’s face appeared in front of her. He looked down at her, shadows cast over his fair profile, his eyes deep with dark luster, making him seem like a man she had never known.
"Once the vigilance relaxes a bit, I’ll take you out of the city to find a doctor to treat you," Ian Linton leaned down, speaking softly to her, gently brushing aside a stray hair on her forehead, his tone almost tender, "Seeing you like this, I feel terrible too... How could I bear to hurt you; in this world, no one will love you more than I do..."
Daisy closed her eyes and let out a soft scoff, "No wonder Emily Ginger said you’re disgusting; Ian Linton, you really are unbearably disgusting."
Ian replied indifferently, "She’s just a foolish woman; how can she compare to you? When we are together, let’s not mention such disappointing names."
Daisy’s breathing quickened slightly, and Ian looked at her tenderly, lowering his head to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
She abruptly opened her eyes, pushed him away with a wave of her hand, and hoarsely shouted, "Don’t touch me!"
Ian reversed his grip, took hold of her slender wrist, and pinned her at the head of the bed. As Daisy struggled, a needle pierced her carotid artery, and icy liquid rushed into her system.
The drug took effect quickly, and almost the next second, Daisy’s entire body went limp.
She strained to lift her eyes to look at Ian. The man still gazed down at her tenderly, those brown eyes seemingly filled with countless affections, brimming with tenderness.
"Just a little sleeping pill and tranquilizer," he said warmly, stroking her long hair with his fingers, "to help you get a good night’s sleep. It doesn’t matter if you hate me... I just don’t want you to continue suffering without dignity by that person’s side..."