Masuk"Are you sure you want to bring that to him?" Eliana turned toward the kitchen assistant standing beside her. "Why?" The woman glanced toward the tray Eliana was holding. It contained a glass of milk, some biscuits, and a small bowl of chocolate pudding. "Young Master Adrian doesn't usually eat snacks between meals." Eliana shrugged. "That's fine. He can eat them whenever he wants." The woman hesitated before lowering her voice. "Besides, you should be careful around him. I heard he once attacked one of the nurses who tried to take care of him." Eliana paused. She had already experienced something far worse than that. "He hasn't attacked me recently." The kitchen assistant looked at her in disbelief. "Recently?" Eliana chuckled. "Anyway, I should go. Thank you!" She picked up the tray and left the kitchen. As she walked through the hallway, she couldn't help remembering how Adrian had requested another bowl of chocolate pudding the previous evening. She had been quite
Adrian threw the document onto the table with an irritated expression.He had been trying to read through several business reports Charles had sent him. However, his injured hands made it difficult to hold the papers properly. Even turning a page had become an annoying task.He leaned back against the sofa and closed his eyes.He hated this.He hated being unable to do something as simple as holding a pen or picking up a glass of water.A knock interrupted his thoughts."Come in."Mr. Cole entered the room carrying a small tray."Young Master, your grandfather asked me to deliver these documents. He also wanted to know whether you would be willing to attend the upcoming family meeting."Adrian glanced at the papers."Tell him I'm not interested.""Young Master, your grandfather believes it would be better if you started involving yourself in the company again."Adrian let out a cold laugh."Then tell him to find someone else."Mr. Cole fell silent.He knew better than to argue wheneve
Adrian was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at his bandaged hands with an irritated expression.It had been several days since he injured himself. Although the wounds were gradually healing, the doctor had strictly forbidden him from doing anything that might strain his hands.Unfortunately, Adrian was never someone who enjoyed depending on other people.He reached for the glass of water on his bedside table, but his injured hands made it difficult to hold properly.The glass slipped.Crash!Adrian stared at the broken pieces scattered across the floor."Damn it."He clenched his jaw, growing increasingly frustrated.Just then, the bedroom door opened."Good morning, Adrian!"Eliana entered cheerfully, carrying a breakfast trolley. However, her smile disappeared when she noticed the broken glass."What happened?""Nothing."Eliana looked at the floor, then at Adrian's bandaged hands."Did you try to pick it up yourself?"Adrian didn't answer.Eliana let out a long sigh."Adrian
Adrian, who had collapsed earlier, slowly opened his eyes.A stinging pain shot through both of his hands as soon as he regained consciousness. Once his vision had fully adjusted, he noticed Eliana sitting beside his bed, fast asleep.Adrian fell silent.He remembered what had happened the previous night. He could clearly recall the girl screaming and shedding countless tears when she saw the state he was in.Why?Why was she still by his side?No one had ever stayed long enough to take care of him. They could barely last a day or two before eventually distancing themselves.But Eliana?She had been by his side for almost two weeks now. Even after everything he had done the night before, she had still come back to him.Adrian recalled the frightened look in Eliana's eyes. He could still remember exactly how she had looked at him after he hurt her.She should have wanted nothing to do with him anymore.And yet, she was still here.Adrian hadn't even found an answer when Eliana slowly o
Eliana's attempts to get closer to Adrian had been going quite well. She could now enter the man's room freely without having to ask for permission.It had become a habit for her to tell Adrian all sorts of things. Whether it was about her favorite books, movies, or anything else she liked. Perhaps because she was lonely, Eliana didn't mind that he rarely responded to her stories. To her, simply having someone willing to listen was enough.That night, Eliana knocked before entering Adrian's room, carrying some snacks she had brought from the kitchen. However, when she stepped inside, she found that the man was nowhere to be seen. She walked further into the room and spotted Adrian standing on the balcony.She approached quietly, intending to surprise him, but then she noticed his vacant stare.Eliana stopped in her tracks, silently watching him.Ever since the last incident, Adrian had no longer displayed his anger as violently as before. Eliana had even begun to think that he was get
Charles glared furiously at Julian, who was groaning softly as he tended to the wounds scattered across his face. “Julian, my son! What happened to you?” Rossa hurried toward him, her face filled with concern. Robert, who had been sitting on the sofa, immediately stood up. His brows furrowed at the sight of Julian’s injuries. “Who gave you permission to go to Adrian’s place?” Charles’s sudden outburst caught Robert by surprise. Rossa was startled by her father’s anger. She glanced at Julian before turning back to Charles. “Father, Julian is injured,” she said, trying to calm the old man down. “I’m sorry, Grandfather. I ...” “Shut up.” Charles cut him off. “Don’t blame Adrian for hitting you. You should never have gone to see him in the first place.” Rossa’s eyes widened. “Adrian did this to you?” Julian merely lowered his head, refusing to answer. “Father, hasn’t Adrian gone too far? He can’t even tell his own family apart anymore,” Robert protested, clearly displeased that







