Keh appeared refined, yet the muscles he showed hinted atmanding presence.


    Ophelia frowned deeply, watching as more and more blood leaked through the bandage. Just as she was about to speak, her lips were captured by his kiss.


    His kiss had a slight metallic taste of blood and his unique fresh scent. It felt like magic. As he kissed her, she found herself barely able to breathe, her once chaotic mind now entirely nk


    Even the heavy pressure in her chest gradually eased and vanished with the kiss.


    Keh kissed her even more boldly, slowly lowering her straps


    "Keh, you can''t-" Her cheeks turned crimson as she worriedly nced at his wound, but he pinned her beneath him so she couldn''t see anything. He kissed her again, this time softly, as if tofort her.


    After a long while, he whispered against her ear, breathing deeply, "Don''t overthink it. We can write our own fate," Those words struck deeply into her heart.


    She felt like he could read her mind. She couldn''t hide her feelings from him; he saw right through her. He knew that because of DarkHawk''s funeral, her thoughts would be troubled and she would be burdened with pressures she couldn''t handle. "Yeah, I understand," Ophelia said, her voice slightly breathless, hands pressed against his solid chest, eyes fixated on the letter tattoo near his heart on the left. They had to give it a try. Overthinking didn''t help.


    Keh got up, put on his ck shirt, and fastened a button. "Go call the doctor to change the bandage," He was intentionally keeping it from her.


    "It''s really nothing," Keh reassured, nning to pat her head when he noticed a smear of blood on his fingertip.


    "Keh, are you trying to act tough in front of me? You can tell me if you''re in pain," She could admit it to him, so he could too.


    His face was already so pale, and the wound had bled so much, yet he still tried to calm her by saying he was fine. For a moment, she couldn''t quite understand how she felt inside.


    She wasn''t just a child who only knew how to live under his protection.


    Seeing a hint of defeat in her eyes, Keh stepped forward and hugged her. Half of his weight leaned on her. "Don''t be mad. I''m not pretending to be tough. It''s just a little injury. It really doesn''t hurt." "Ouch," Keh groaned, drawing in a sharp breath as he straightened up, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.


    Ophelia frowned, looking at him with a hint of reproach. "Lie down quickly. I''ll go get the doctor."


    Keh was gently tended to by Ophelia, a soft smile yed at the corner of his lips. As long as she wasn''t angry, that was good.


    The doctor entered the room, checking the wound under Keh''s intense gaze. The doctor looked even more troubled than Keh, ayer of sweat forming on his forehead,


    "Everything''s fine. Mr. Sinir is recovering well. Fortunately, there''s no infection. His wound is healing, so try not to strain it. We don''t want it bleeding again," He wiped the sweat from his forehead and swallowed nervously. Keh nced at Ophelia, his expression saying, "See, I told you it was nothing to worry about," After the doctor left, Keh reached out to pull her over to the side of the bed. "Stay with me, "He wanted her to lie down with him.


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    With no other option, Ophelia tiptoed onto the bed, being cautius not to touch his wound, andy down beside him. carefully.


    Keh was about to put his arm around her, but she quickly stopped him. "Don''t move, just stay like this."


    "There''s nothing wrong with my arm," His tone sounded slightly pitiful.


    "Haven''t you heard the saying ''a chain is only as strong as its weakest link''? Behave, or I''ll go back to my own hospital room to rest," Keh frowned. "It hurts."


    Hearing that, Ophelia immediately sat up straight, on high alert. Do you want me to get the doctor to give you a painkiller shot?" "Yeah."Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    Just as she was about to get off the bed, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed. "But the doctor''s painkillers won''t work."


    Before Ophelia could react, he ced hisrge hand on her head and pulled her in for a kiss. "This works."


    Ophelia thought, ''Aren''t you going to stop?''


    After the kiss, Keh shifted slightly and smugly nestled his head next to her neck. Ophelia sighed, gently stroking his chiseled jawline and lowering her head to rest against his cheek. Outside, the rain had cleared and the hot sun streamed through the windows, giving everyone a warm,forting glow.


    ***


    In the afternoon, Ophelia sat on the edge of the bed with herptop, starting to manage tasks for bothpanies. She had originally nned to be away for just a few days, but now it seemed like she might need a few more. Most of Sinir Group''s work was handled by Mark, but many decisions still needed Keh''s approval. Keh entrusted her with these important decisions.


    She realized that withrge conglomerates, even a small issue could trigger extensive consequences. Only now did she understand why Keh pretended to be injured to avoid attention when he first took over Sinir Group.


    Many families seemed peaceful on the surface, but if their interests were challenged, conflict would arise immediately. There were many files on herputer. Some needed key points highlighted for Mark to address, while other projects needed to be temporarily postponed. Most of the demands from the shareholders were directly rejected.


    It felt like going through official papers. She had been busy for quite a while. Suddenly, Ophelia''s phone lit up with a message from Cody.


    [Boss, I''ve heard the Gloomhaven Stadium project bid we''ve been tracking is going to be dyed. It won''t start until after the November elections end.]


    That meant it would be postponed until next year. Ophelia furrowed her brows slightly. They had been preparing for this project for a while, If they could secure all three projects, she could talk to the government about developing the slums.


    She had to settle everyone in the slums before winter arrived. If the project was dyed, her ns would be postponed too. Her expression became serious, and she typed a response, [I understand, let''s focus on the other two projects first.] A weekter, Keh''s injuries were almost healed.


    In fact, Keh had nned to leave the hospital two days ago, but Ophelia insisted on observing him for a couple more days.


    Now with the doctor''s approval and the assurance that there was no risk of infection, he was finally discharged.


    Ophelia was packing up when she heard two knocks on the door "Mr. West, Mr. West is here."


    Ophelia paused at the mention.


    "Let him in," As Keh''s voice faded, the door to the hospital room opened and a man in a pair of ck leather shoes walked in confidently.


    ck dress pants fitted his long legs, and beneath a dark brown trench coat was a simple ck crew-neck t-shirt. His sharply defined face looked as serious as ice. "Keh."