Chapter 59
Giselle couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hallucinating. Chester, being such an incredibly intelligent man, would never utter
such statements. It seemed impossible.
Just as Giselle exhaled in relief, Chester said again, “It truly hurts.”
Giselle was utterly speechless, her embarrassment leaving her unsure of where to place her hands.
She avoided looking into Chester’s eyes. After a moment, she quietly suggested, “How about I go with you to the hospital for a CT
scan now?”
She figured she shouldn’t be strong enough to break someone’s head.
Chester noticed Giselle was feeling guilty. He held back his smile and started the car. “No need.”
“I called you multiple times, but you didn’t respond, so I leaned over to help you buckle your seat belt,” Chester explained,
stopping his teasing.
Giselle felt a wave of relief wash over her. As for Chester’s request for her to rub his face, perhaps it was merely a joke.
She had managed to convince herself otherwise. However, once she composed herself, Giselle abruptly recognized that she
wasn’t on the route home.
Chester parked in front of a pharmacy to buy iodine and cotton swabs. After returning, he said seriously, “Give me your hand, Ms.
Stone.”
In the quiet atmosphere, his voice felt like a whisper to Giselle. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and a blush crept up her ear. She didn’t expect to be so sensitive.
She wasn’t a naive girl anymore. It must have been the wet dream influencing her emotions. This new understanding brought clarity to her confused thoughts.
“Mr. Fordham, this injury isn’t serious. It’ll heal in a few days.” Giselle never considered herself fragile.
As a child, she was frequently abused in the Grant residence for her mistakes. The worst incident occurred when Linda accidentally pushed her down the stairs, leading to a three–month hospital stay.
Thankfully, she didn’t scar easily. Otherwise, the harsh treatment from the Grants might have left her body marred with old
scars.
Giselle bowed her head, her hair cascading down to shield her delicate features. At that moment, the once ambiguous atmosphere
in the car vanished entirely.
Chester narrowed his eyes and asked calmly, “Did you pretend to be strong in front of Jonathan too?”
Giselle’s heart sank again as she heard those words. After a moment, she smirked sarcastically. “Don’t you men like strong.
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When she started dating Jonathan, she even asked him to open a bottle cap for her, showing how dainty she was. She once discussed it with him, and he just lovingly patted her head. “Gigi, I love that you depend on me for everything. Ignore what others say. I’ll pamper you.”
Those words served as a surefire way to ensnare those who were in love.
Giselle appreciated Jonathan’s initial kindness, but over time, their dynamic shifted. He became increasingly impatient, urging her to resolve minor issues herself and to approach him only when necessary.
This shift made her uncomfortable for a long time. Reflecting on the past now, she realized it was a sign of fading love. Rather than offering support, he chose to wound her with his impatience.
“Only those who lack ability impose expectations on their partners. Jonathan isn’t right for you.” Chester’s deep voice startled Giselle, bringing tears to her eyes.
