HPDBC Chapter 228 You can't force me.
Chapter 228 You can't force me.
Arwen tried to break away from his embrace, but his arms only tightened around her, keeping her enclosed in his arms.
Unable to succeed, she sighed. "Now, aren't fearing to make me misunderstand our intentions, husband?" Arwen said, her words clearly carrying the fake sarcasm.
Aiden's lips curled behind her and he shifted a little more closer, leaning in at just the right angle to press a kiss on the back of her head. "You can't fake your emotions to me, Moon. Don't try it next time," he said and Arwen pouted, turning over shouter to squint her eyes at him.
"Who is faking here?" her tone came like a chide. But Aiden truly knew her better than she knew herself. "I am really angry."
Nodding, he said, "Fine, you are angry. Let me coax you to sleep. Tomorrow you will be okay." His tone came calm and tender.
"And what if I am not okay?" Arwen countered.
Caressing her hair, Aiden let her feel his gentle touch. "If you are still not okay, I will let you decide the punishment and take whatever you decide," he said, making Arwen turn around, in surprise.
"Really?" se asked as if not doubting into believing that. "Will you really take the punishment, I decide." More than getting coaxed, she seemed eager to punish him.
The light in the room was dim, yet Aiden could see the sparkle in her eyes. His lips curled up, reading her excitement. Tugging her strand of hair behind her ear, he said with a hum, "Mh-hm. I have never and will never lie to you."
Arwen looked into his eyes and squinted her gaze, letting him know she was serious. "Fine, then you better be ready to get punished tomorrow." Saying that, she no longer held tha facade of ignorance, wrapping her arm around his torso she embraced him. "Now, coax me to sleep."
Aiden let his lips curl up while his hands moved caress her hair gently, making her relax more and more. Under his care, Arwen didn't realize when she succumbed to the slumber.
Ryan's brows tugged in a frown. Nodding, he said, "I understand, Dr. Walter. Thank you for making the effort. Give me some time, I will talk to her. She will definitely understand your concern and will reciprocate accordingly."
Although Dr. Walter felt doubts about that, he still nodded to Ryan. "Okay then, you try talking to her. I will get back to you later," he said and then giving a small nod, he walked away.
Ryan watched him back for a while before turning towards Delyth's room. His brows were furrowed as if feeling the weight of the burden he hadn't realized before.
Taking a deep breath, he walked inside, his eyes at once locking with Delyth's. She was looking at the door as if already knowing his arrival.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked, his tone curt, and his voice carrying the same hint of indifference.
Delyth no longer put the gentle expression she was used to putting around Ryan. She looked tired as if she hadn't slept the last night.
"Nothing better than yesterday," she said sharply. Her words aimed to jab the guilt she knew Ryan carried in his heart. "How do you expect me to be after how you treated me last day?"
The furrow between Ryan's brows deepened and ignoring her guilt trap, he said, "Dr. Walter is a specialist and I have discussed with him. He had said that your surgery has greater chances of success, which means your legs will be healing and you will be able to stand again. You should be happy. Your—"
"But I am not happy," Delyth cut in rudely continuing. "And Ryan, I am not going through this surgery. Not with Dr. Walter and not with anyone."
"What do you mean?" Ryan asked with a frown. "Dr. Walter is amongst the top surgeons in the field?"
"Even if he would be the best, I still wouldn't undergo it," Delyth said with a tone of finality that only made Ryan's brows tighten. "And without my consent, you can't force me into any medical procedure, Ryan."