Tiana Thorne gently furrowed her brows.
This Aiden Shaw was not only a scumbag but also a downright cheapskate.
Tiana wasn’t pleased: "I just brushed against you, and through clothes at that. How co you’re acting like a woman? Do I have to take responsibility for this too?"
Aiden’s gaze grew colder, his thin lips moved slightly, his voice chilling: "Or perhaps, has Miss Tiana seen enough?"
See what?
Tiana was utterly confused, clueless.
"What do you an?"
He neither repeated nor spoke, but the chill emanating from him was pervasive, as if he had suffered enormous humiliation and violation. Even the way he looked at her was icy to the bone.
Tiana suddenly realized.
He was referring to the scene when she gave him the injection.
A wave of satisfaction surged in Tiana’s heart.
She leisurely picked up a mint from the table, popped it into her mouth, and the cool, sweet flavor spread instantly. She took a deep breath, feeling the coolness in her throat.
In this hot sumr, it was exceptionally comforting.
She looked at him nonchalantly.
Apparently, this man’s obsession with cleanliness is so extre that even being glanced at or touched makes him uncomfortable.
Ha.
Serves him right!
Tiana understood the situation, leaned back on the bamboo chair, crossed her arms over her chest, assuming the deanor of a carefree, bold woman, raising her brows slightly, her voice full of playfulness: "Is Master Aiden here to demand I take responsibility for you?"
He remained silent, their eyes t, and instantly the room filled with gunpowder tension.
Tiana curled her lips into a smile, her alluring eyes dazzling: "I’m a doctor, giving injections, who knows how many n I’ve touched there. Why does it feel different with you? Or is it that Brother Aiden’s thoughts have always been wicked?"
After speaking, her voice beca even more seductive: "Or is it only because of that it’s wicked?"
Aiden’s eyes seed to be enveloped in a snowstorm, his voice icy: "I seem to have reminded you, I don’t like being touched by others."
Tiana recalled, last ti she made him drink alcohol.
He said sothing similar back then.
Not only picky, but also an obsessive neat freak!
Tiana shrugged, smiled: "Master Aiden, if touching requires responsibility, wouldn’t I be laden with debts in this life?"
Aiden coldly replied: "That applies to others."
Tiana blinked her innocent fox-like eyes, smiled, her voice becoming even sweeter: "Why is Brother Aiden different from others, hmm?"
"I don’t like to talk nonsense."
Tiana: "..."
This man truly maintains his superior attitude at all tis.
Aiden also leaned back on the bamboo chair, even with a lazy deanor, he exuded a sense of crisp coolness, his voice was also sowhat cool: "Miss Tiana now has two roads to choose from."
Tiana chuckled, her gaze grew cold, yet her pearly dimples were even more enchanting, she spoke lazily: "Master Aiden can say, but whether I choose or not, that is my business."
"Cut off the hand that touched ."
Tiana: "..."
She suddenly had an urge to bash him with a stick.
She practiced dicine to save lives, just gave an injection, how did it lead to such a complicated matter.
Tiana took a deep breath, held back, curled her lips, and still smiled brightly: "What about Master Aiden’s second road then?"
Aiden’s eyes lost much of their coldness, looking at her with clear pupils concentrated with the world’s purest crystal, gradually sinking.
Tiana couldn’t help but et his gaze, wanting to know his second option.
Aiden’s thin lips moved: "I’ll marry you."
Tiana was so shocked her mouth fell open: "Cough, cough..."
The mint went down the wrong way, choking her. She quickly drank a cup of tea to feel better.
However, because of the choke, her eyes turned red.
After a while, she finally reacted, initially thinking her ears were hallucinating, she stared at him blankly, the light in her foxy eyes dispersing: "What did you just say? Marry ?"
"Mhm."
His voice was deep, like rich sake.
The feeling was like being drunk without having had a drink...
Tiana was stunned for a mont, thinking for quite a while.
Aiden Shaw, marry her??
With the way they interacted, wouldn’t they end up fighting every day?
If he got upset and displayed a sour face, she’d just give him an injection, a prick now and then for better health.
After a few seconds of silence.
Hahaha...
Tiana burst out into laughter, unable to help herself.
Eventually, unable to stand it, she clutched her stomach laughing, unable to speak clearly: "Aiden Shaw, you... you still have a fever, don’t you? You make jokes about marrying ?"
Aiden’s recently softened mood instantly chilled like a winter day, his sharp brows furrowed like a layer of white frost.
Suddenly, the air beca thin.
"Get out!"
Tiana originally stopped laughing, but seeing his ice-cold frosty face, the anger in his eyes, she couldn’t help but laugh again.
"Didn’t you understand?"
Tiana laughed while standing up: "Okay, okay, I’ll leave, I’ll leave, don’t be mad."
With that, Tiana darted out of the door like a streak.
Aiden sat there for a long ti, staring at the empty seat across as scenes of her departure played in his mind.
Her hurried footsteps like fleeing...
The frost in his eyes gradually faded, his slightly narrowed eyes seed devoid of any emotion, or perhaps, filled with countless feelings.
After a long while, he spoke softly, his voice raspy: "A fleeting escape, blooming radiantly."
Tiana Thorne...
...
After Tiana ca out, she swaggered her way along, a smile gracing her lips, eyes full of mischief.
Lifting her hand, her thumb lightly brushed her nose, lips curled into a lazy smile: "This guy, wanting to be responsible, what a drear, ha!"
Tiana was laughing deliberately, pretending to believe he was joking.
Aiden originally had no special affection for her. At the mont, he must be thinking: this damned woman not only saw him but also touched him. Keeping her alive and even offering to marry her is already the greatest kindness; she should be grateful, yet this damned woman took it as a joke.
Sigh, how infuriating!
However, Aiden’s obsessive cleanliness was indeed severe.
Tiana hailed a cab: "Driver, to the filming studio."
The driver was a simple woman who didn’t recognize her, presumably not soone who follows entertainnt news.
In the car, her biggest concern now was Rosalyn Rooney, and she wanted to check on how she was doing.
Rosalyn lay in bed, tossing and turning without being able to sleep.
She was very worried about scarring; if that were the case, she didn’t know what she would do in the future.
The enormous dical bills from the hospital were her responsibility.
Currently, earning money through filming in the entertainnt industry can cover these costs, but if...
Suddenly, the ringing of her cellphone interrupted her thoughts.
She picked up the phone, noticing a string of unfamiliar phone numbers.
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