Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“Are you alright?”She heard Mr.Q’s cold, crisp voice through the blanket.Flossie was too hot and weak to care about him, so she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
“Margaret has boiled you some concoction.Drink it before you fall asleep again.”
Mr.Q sat beside her bed with a bowl of steaming concoction in his hand.He was blowing on it to cool it down a bit.
Flossie was still curling up under the blanket like a kitten, not wanting to face the outside world.
Or to be precise, she did not want to face this very annoying rich man she could not afford to offend! “If you can’t drink it yourself, I don’t mind feeding you,” said the man leisurely while looking at the woman who was playing dead.
Flossie rolled her eyes.
‘Tsk, what a dishonest man.
Why is he still not admitting that he likes me when he is being so attentive?’ She wanted to know how he would feed her if she did not show her head.
The next second, Mr.Q pulled away the blanket covering Flossie’s head, sipped the concoction, and leaned forward.
Flossie instantly sobered up from drowsiness and backed up in fear.
“What…what are you trying to do?”
The man was silent with the concoction in his mouth.His deep eyes were very serious.His intention was more than obvious.
Flossie gulped and surrendered.
“You win.I will drink it.”
Mr.Q smiled in satisfaction.
He swallowed the concoction in his mouth and said softly, “Don’t try to be a hero when you’re sick.Isn’t it good sometimes to be obedient?”
Flossie shuddered at his words, feeling nauseating.She nearly vomited when she took the bowl and smelled the concoction.
“Margaret’s concoction smells so awful.I really don’t want to drink it.My body is strong and does not need this.I will recover once I’ve taken a nap.”
“No more bargaining.Drink it.”
“What is wrong with you? What does it have to do with you if I am sick or whether I want to take the medicine or not? What are you doing being the bossy one here? Are you…”
“It seems like you need me to feed you, then.”
The man smiled wryly and approached the woman slowly while making the gesture of wanting to “feed” her.
Flossie shuddered immediately.
Pinching her nose and frowning, she bit the bullet and tried to gulp it down in one go.
But it was damn so bitter! The woman looked up cautiously, wanting to find a chance to cheat, but her eyes met with Mr.Q’s deadly stare.
So, she could only lower her head and continued drinking the concoction.
‘Oh God, why is my life so bitter, just like this concoction? I am in my own territory, yet I am still forced by a man to drink this? It is so unfair!”
Seeing Flossie struggle to drink the concoction, the man suddenly stood up and surveyed the room.
Then, he walked to the piano and sat down elegantly.
Then, like flowing water, his long, slender fingers ran across the keys while a beautiful tune slowly filled the room.
Flossie was taken aback.
She did not expect that the man whose nickname was Night Demon actually knew how to play the piano, not to mention that he was particularly good at it.His music was like a tranquilizer.
It calmed her restless heart, and she quietened down instantly.
What’s even more amazing was that her body felt less uncomfortable, and she felt soothed.
And the concoction did not seem to be that bitter anymore.
She took a deep breath and tilted her head, finishing the last drop.
The man continued playing the piano skillfully.
He was so focused that he closed his eyes and immersed himself in the music.
Flossie put the bowl on the bedside table and lay down, also closing her eyes.
Gradually, she fell asleep.
She had a beautiful dream under the beautiful tune.
She dreamed of her being in a colorful garden.
The air was fragrant with sweet flowers and grass, and the sky was blue.
She felt as if she was in heaven.
In the garden, she was smiling happily and holding her children’s hands each on one side.
They ran forward together, wanting to reach the end of the sky…
A tall man stood at the end of the white expanse, back facing them.
He seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time…
When Margaret came in and saw the empty bowl on the bedside table, she was very surprised.
“You are amazing, Mr.Q, to actually succeed in making Miss Flossie finish the concoction.This is something I never managed to do for twenty years.”
Meanwhile, the man happened to finish the song, but the beautiful music seemed to be still lingering in the air.
“Your young lady might look very powerful, but she is actually a child…”
He slowly closed the lid of the piano and said with a faint smile.
“Coaxing alone is not enough when dealing with a child.”
Margaret looked at Flossie, who was sound asleep, and exclaimed, “You really have a way of doing things.Look at how well Miss Flossie is sleeping.She hasn’t slept this well for a long, long time.”
“Is she usually a bad sleeper?”
Mr.Q gazed at the sleeping woman with a complicated expression on his face.
“Yes.Miss Flossie is a still woman, in fact, a very powerful young woman.She has experienced too many things and worries too much.So it is only normal that she has insomnia.