<h4>Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Will This Hurt?</h4>


    Edward Stephens looked into her frightened eyes, paused for a moment, and realized something. He released his grip on Daisy Ginger’s shoulders, pulled the nket over her, and said: "You aren’t feeling well right now, are you? I’ll go outside, and you might feel a bit morefortable."


    He had always been used to doing things his own way and never thought to inform others, not realizing it would lead to a misunderstanding with Daisy Ginger.


    "..." Daisy Ginger clutched the nket, stammering, "I’m not—too ufortable..."


    Edward Stephens nced at her.


    "You can ask the doctor to prescribe some painkillers for me." Daisy Ginger said softly, "It’ll pass soon."


    Edward Stephens gave her a stern look, retorting, "Taking painkillers all the time—your brain will get numb."


    Daisy Ginger pouted and countered, "There’s no medical proof that painkillers can make people numb."


    Edward Stephens rolled his eyes at her, "I say one thing, and you’re already bouncing back."


    He moved the single sofa to the doorway, sat down at the door, and said to Daisy Ginger, "Just call me when you feel better."


    Daisy Ginger looked at his back, softly echoed "Oh," and curled up into the nket, blinking her eyes.


    Her heart still felt a bit painful, but inexplicably, a bit of sweetness seemed to surface in her mouth.


    This sweetness blended with the pain, making her heart feel less bitter.


    Daisy Ginger hugged the nket, feeling a bit tongue-tied.


    Could it be that Edward Stephens can really cure her?


    Daisy Ginger slept straight through to dawn.


    When she awoke, the sun was already high in the sky. Edward Stephens entered from outside, filled with a radiant and lively sunshine. Seeing her nestling in the nket rubbing her eyes, the man walked over to open the window, then grumbled, "I told you to call me when you felt better, but you slept until now to wake up."


    Luckily, it’s winter with no mosquitoes, otherwise, he’d probably have bites all over his legs.


    Daisy Ginger let out a small yawn, her hair tousled from sleep, looking a bit disheveled, but herplexion was much better than before sleep yesterday. Although still pale, there was a bit more life in her eyes.


    For the first time, while looking at Edward Stephens, she didn’t need painkillers to fall asleep, feeling quite miraculous.


    The nurse noticed she was awake and came in to measure her blood pressure, clean the wounds, and change her bandages. An hour passed in no time.


    Edward Stephens leaned against the doorframe, holding his phone, seemingly chatting with someone, not sparing her a nce.


    Daisy Ginger finished changing her medication, coughed softly, "Cough!"


    "..." With the corner of his eye, the man nced over.


    "Which wild man are you chatting with?"


    Edward Stephens walked over and pinched her cheek hard.


    Then he asked her, "Does this hurt?"


    "..." Daisy Ginger, whose half-face was almost swollen from his pinch.


    This guy, did it on purpose, didn’t he?!


    Anyone being pinched like that would feel pain!


    Seeing her half-face darken, Edward Stephens chuckled, leaned down, tapped her nose, and moved his head closer to look at her, "Does this hurt?"


    Daisy Ginger looked at his face and shook her head.


    The man chuckled again, touched her face a few times, "How about now?"


    Daisy Ginger felt a bit ticklish under his touch, she nced at him, "No."


    Just as the words left her lips, the man’s face descended toward her, his cool lips slowly brushed against hers.


    Daisy Ginger’s heart leaped as if struck by a current, her whole body tingled.


    This feeling was too mysterious, hard to tell if it was pain or numbness, with various sensations mixed together, difficult to differentiate at once.


    She froze, seeing the man slowly lift his head, slightly furrow his brows, and ask: "Does this hurt?"