The wild beast caged in his heart was coming out. Hank stretched his hand out indifferently-
Sara turned around suddenly. Her big eyes were filled with tears, looking at him pathetically, "Uncle, if you disclose our relationship, it might be harder for you to find a girlfriend in future."
Hank was speechless.
Sara was sobbing uncontrollably, "People might not feel comfortable with the fact that you have an ex... I don't want to implicate you..."
Hank was speechless.
He looked at Sara, feeling complicated. He raised his hand and held up her chin, "You're worried that no one would want to date me in future?"
Sara mumbled, "I, I'm here to bring you luck. When you've fully recovered, naturally you wouldn't need me anymore. You are going to have a family of your own and focus on your business..."
Hank couldn't help but laugh.
Sara thought that he was pleased with her concern for him, sobbing, "I, I'm a grateful person. I'll repay your kindness in future..." Well. A Clean break.
The wild beast "retreated back into its cage". Hank didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at Sara and said, "Don't worry. Even I'm paralyzed, women would still take the initiative to come to me. I won't have any problem finding a girlfriend."
Sara agreed. She looked at Hank and said, "But if you disclose our relationship, they'll accuse me of taking advantage of you... I don't want others to see you as a pitiful old man who's being used by a girl like me...
Such metaphor.
Hank ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling like leaning over and bite her neck, "Listen to me, stop crying."
Sara felt embarrassed. She turned around, trying to take a piece of tissue to wipe her tears but she was pulled back. Without Sara's preparation, Hank rested his slightly cold lips on her face.
Sara widened her eyes, staring at the eyes that were as beautiful as the stars.
Her eyelashes were still damp from the tears, making the urge to tease her stronger.
Hank chuckled, raising his hand to lift up her chin.
Her eyelashes quivered even more.
Hank teasingly pinched her pale and petal-soft cheek, he said tenderly, "Stop crying, okay?"
Sara was wordless.
Sara came out of her trance and pushed Hank away. She rushed to the toilet and slammed the door.
The old man who was rejected touched the tip of his nose and guffawed.
Sara looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was as red as a prawn.
She whined in a low voice, splashing cold water onto her face to calm down herself.
It was so embarrassing!
Sara was so embarrassed that she felt like dying.
After staying in the bathroom for more than ten minutes, Sara felt that it wasn't polite of her to keep staying in the bathroom. However, she was too embarrassed to go out. Hence, she decided to take a shower. During the shower, she had been feeling smart.
Until she had finished the shower and was blotting herself dry with a towel, she realized that she didn't bring her pajamas into the bathroom, as well as her undergarments.
The clothes that she was wearing had been chucked into the pile of dirty laundry, and was sopping wet. She couldn't possibly wear those.
Sara was speechless.
She had done a big mistake.
Sara wrapped herself in the towel and placed her ear against the bathroorn door and tried to hear what was happening outside. -- It seemed that Hank wasn't outside.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Still, she cautiously as she cracked open the door,looking around. After she had made sure that Hank was out, perhaps he had gone to discuss something with Bella, she tiptoed out of the bathroom, clutching the towel as she made her way to the wardrobe.
She quickly chose a pajamas. Just when she was about to pull open the drawer, a gleeful voice came behind her, "Wear the pink one."
Sara was speechless.
She turned her head in slow motion like how it was in the movie. As expected, Hank was standing behind her. His slender figure was taller than hers. There was some smile between his eyes.
His hand reached over Sara's shoulder, helping her pull the drawer open and take out the a pair of pink pyjamas, "Here you go."
Sara was speechless.
If she was to record her blood pressure at the moment, her blood pressure would have gone so high that it damaged the recorder.
As she was extremely shameful, she felt dizzy. In a daze, she took the clothes and held them to her chest. "You... You like pink?
Hank was looking at her beautifully sculpted, pale and soft shoulders as well as her slender neck. He replied, "Yes."
She must look very beautiful in pink, like a flower. Hank thought.
Sara blurted out, "...I'll go and get changed."
Hank grabbed her by the wrist and asked, "Do you need my help?"
Sara turned to look at him, replying in a serious tone, "I'm eighteen. I can wear it myself."
Hank was a little rueful, "Okay."
Sara did not reply.
She bustled back into the bathroom and put the pyjamas on. Sara looked at herself in the mirror, thinking that she must have had dodgy booze.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been behaved that way!
Why did she ask him if he liked pink?
Nonetheless... even people like Master Bishop would like pink....
There were two knocks on the door, "Hey kid, I still have to shower."
Sara said, "Oh! I will be right out."
Hank didn't keep teasing her, he went into the bathroom and showered. Sara breathed a sigh of relief. She started to blow- dry her hair. To avoid Hank, she quickly tucked herself in the blanket, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
Hank came out of the bathroom after around fifteen minutes. He noticed Sara was on the mattress, then he walked out of the door. Not long after he said something to the servant outside, someone brought in a glass of warm milk.
Hank bent down and tugged at Sara's blanket, "Get up and drink the warm milk."
Sara thought, 'No matter what happens, I won't move!'
Hank pondered for a moment and coaxed, "Kid, you won't be getting taller if you refuse to drink the milk."
Sara was wordless.
How ruthless he was!
Sara got up to drink the milk. She asked Hank, "Master Bishop, was having milk everyday the reason you're so tall?"
Hank replied nonchalantly, "Yes."
Hence, Sara finished the milk.
"Come here."
Sara let out a cough, walked over to him as slow as she could, afraid that he was going to talk about testing her body.
However, Hank merely reached out and wiped off a few droplets of milk on her lips.
Sara said, "I can..."
Hank narrowed his eyes. He leaned over and licked another droplet of milk.
Sara stuttered, "...Just wipe it off will do..."