Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“Didn’t you try to cure it?”
Margaret sighed and said sadly, “We have tried all sorts of ways, from diet, medication, or the furnishing of her bedroom and the incense candles or whatever.We did everything we could think of, but the effect was only marginal.To be honest, I think this is something psychological!”
Mr.Q asked grimly, “What is that?”
“What else can it be? Halston Guajardo, of course!”
Margaret knitted her eyebrows tightly when she mentioned his name and sighed.
“You should know about Miss Flossie’s previous marriage.She put a lot of effort into the marriage and was passionately devoted to her husband, but it turned out to be so ugly in the end…Women can be indestructible, but when it comes to love, it can easily become an obsession.Miss Flossie is too stubborn.She has trapped herself in that failed marriage for so many years, yet she still has not come out of it.”
Mr.Q remained silent for a long time.His facial expression was unreadable under the mask, but she could feel that his whole body was exuding coldness.
“So, you are saying that she still loves her ex-husband after all these years, and she cannot sleep because she misses him too much?”
“It is not like that.”
Margaret shook her head.
“It is not necessarily love that keeps her from getting over him.She might just be unwilling to let go or simply cannot forget it.”
“Unwilling to let go?”
“Yes.Feelings are like buying stocks.The more you invest, the harder it is to get out of.Once you start losing money, not only will you not stop, but you will gamble off more capital instead until you lose everything…There is such a huge hole in her heart that it won’t be easy for her to let go.”
Margaret’s words were very philosophical and thought- provoking.
Mr.Q seemed to be deeply struck and said coldly, “You are right.Feelings are like buying stocks.Since it is difficult to predict the outcome, the only way to overcome it is not to invest too much in it.Out of a hundred, just invest one percent of your feelings.You will then be able to withdraw any time you want and naturally not be reluctant to give it up.
In confusion, Margaret looked at the man and asked cautiously, “What is your feeling toward Miss Flossie then? If you only want to put one percent of your devotion into the relationship, I will suggest you not provoke her.Because once Miss Flossie gets serious about it, she would have trouble getting out of it.She has suffered once because of love.I will not let her suffer again!”
“My devotion to her will depend on how much she loves me.It seems like all her love is still on her ex- husband, which makes me think that she won’t even spare me a bit.”
“Absolutely.As long as Miss Flossie’s heart is not cured, she won’t fall in love with another man and start a new relationship, and she will remain a depressed insomniac.This is really worrying!”
Margaret felt troubled thinking about this.She could not help but pat Mr.Q’s shoulder and said, “I’m rooting for you.Miss Flossie’s willingness to bring you to Sun Island shows you have a special place in her heart.Try to make her fall in love with you sooner so her heartache cures naturally.”
“This is not something I can do…” said Mr.Q tacitly, “
Whoever started the trouble should end it.
Since it is because of Halston, only he can cure her.”
Flossie slept for a long time.
By the time she woke up, it was already late at night, and the room was lit with a dim lamp.
Mr.Q was lying on a recliner under the lamp with a book on him.
He seemed to be asleep.
She touched her forehead.
It was no longer hot.
She pushed away the blanket, got out of bed, and tiptoed to the man.
The scene of the fearsome Night Demon lying on a recliner and sleeping in her house with Maugham’s “The Moon and Sixpence” on him was rather…
peculiar! She cleared her mind and took a deep breath before waving in front of the man.The man remained still.
Judging from his breathing rate, he was indeed asleep, in deep sleep, in fact.
‘GreatI she thought.
‘No matter how cautious you are, you finally fall into my hands.Today, I shall see what kind of horrors lie beneath this mask.”
Though Mr.Q had stated that those who saw his face would be slain, he was now asleep, and she could convince him that it was just a dream.
If she had seen his face, he would not kill her for a dream, right? Flossie bent down and traced the man’s perfectly chiseled cheeks with her long fingers.
Just as she was about to remove his mask, her wrist was restricted.
“What are you trying to do?”
His words seemed to crawl out of an ice dungeon.
Flossie was embarrassed. Her entire body froze, too scared to move. She smiled and said, “Ah, you’re awake, haha. There was a mosquito on your face, so I hit it for you.”
“How kind of you.”
The man remained lying down, but his aura was very strong and a bit unruly. He forcefully pulled the woman into his arms and said with a smile on his face, ‘ Then, how should I repay you?”
Flossie half-lay on the man’s chest. She did not dare to struggle too hard. She was worried that, if she did, their poses would get even more awkward.
She pretended to be calm and said, “There’s no need to repay me. I was just doing you a favor back. You took care of me all night, fed me medicine, and played the piano for me. Killing a mosquito for you is nothing in comparison.”
‘That’s right!”
The man said calmly, ’Taking care of a patient is hard work, especially if the patient wouldn’t take her medicine obediently like a good girl. I’ve been busy all night, so now my back is sore and my eyelids are heavy. You wouldn’t think killing a mosquito for me is enough to repay me, would you?”
‘Then what do you want me to do?”
Flossie asked through gritted teeth.
This despicable man just turned the tables on her.
“Nothing much. I just want you to massage my shoulders, rub my legs, and sing a little song for me.”
Flossie’s expression darkened. ’Don’t push it. I don’t like this kind of joke.”
Mr. Q thus let go of Flossie. He looked out of the window at the bright moon which shone like a jade and muttered, “In that case, can you spend some time to chat and moon-gaze with me?”
“Sure!”
Flossie replied with a snap of her fingers. She got up to get some snacks and fruits.
“Let’s chat!”
With a crispy red apple in her hand, she wrapped herself in a blanket, looking carefree.
The man sat upright and looked at her up and down. “Your fever’s gone?”
“Yup!”