"I am trying to teach you how to make me recover faster, next time I get hurt . You clearly do not know how to give tender love and care," he whispered, bringing his mouth next to her ear .
Colour flooded her face . She could hear the galloping heartbeats . Were they hers, his, theirs? It didn't matter . This wasn't right . She pushed him back gently but firmly with her hands up against his chest .
She stood up and thankfully, he didn't resist . Her bun had come undone in the process . She opened the clip, gathered the hair in a swoop and put the clip back on .
His eyes followed her hand movements, as if hypnotised .
"I used to imagine our lives together every time I was alone with my thoughts . I have seen this scene enough number of times in my head . But a slightly different version of it, where I am the one running my fingers through those auburn tresses . Untangling any & every knot, familiarising myself with the texture of the hair, twisting them around my fingers, rubbing them against my cheek, inhaling the scent and much more…" his voice dropped by a few octaves .
"Enough of this talking . I want you to rest now . With so many people in the room, I don't think you have managed to shut eyes since you woke up this morning," she cut his train of thoughts .
She avoided looking at him and spent an extra minute straightening the sheet and blanket on his bed .
"I do feel tired but I am worried that the minute I shut my eyes, you would disappear again," he said, unnamed emotions in his words .
She looked up and promised him that she won't go anywhere . She settled down into the chair kept next to him .
"You are sitting too far . How are you going to caress MY hair or hold my hand or check how long my eye lashes are, as I sleep? Have you never watched a romantic drama ever? Abysmal performance as a caregiver," he reproached her in mock seriousness .
Shaking her head at his theatrics, she scooted the chair next to the bed . He reached out to cover her fingers with his own and placed them on his chest . He closed his eyes in contentment finally while Jia Li's eyes spent the entire afternoon tracing and reacquainting themselves with the lines and contours on his face .
These were going to be tough hours but she knew that she had to keep him in good humour, and herself in check . Irrespective of what he may imagine their relation to be currently, she knew the harsh reality of it . As she had promised Wei, she remembered his words .
"Mom, I don't know who has given you such a twisted version of my relationship with Jia Li but I can assure you that she is an amazing person . Having said that, I don't really think that I owe you or anyone else an explanation about who I like and why," Wei replied coldly to his irate mother on the phone .
"I am coming down there to see this girl for myself . You may not think that you owe me anything but as your mother, I have the right and duty to make sure that my son doesn't make wrong choices in such important matters," she replied unfazed .
"I don't think you should talk about rights and duties as far as my life is concerned . Also, this matter is between you and me . I will not allow you to drag Jia Li in this . I am coming back to Shanghai this evening . We shall talk further on this face-to-face," he said firmly and put down the phone .
Wang Wei entered Tang's hospital room with some trepidation . He hadn't known what to expect but the scene in front of him made his heart go still .
Jia Li's hand lay encased tightly in Tang's fist on his chest while he slept . She had angled her body sideways on the chair and was dead to the world, as well . Last night's fatigue had probably caught up with her . Her head was at an awkward angle and she was bound to wake up with a crick in her neck .
Wei removed the woollen scarf from his neck and rolled it up as a makeshift pillow . He lifted her head gently and placed the scarf between it and the hard edge of the chair . He was immediately rewarded with her sigh in relief . Pleased with his efforts, he stepped back and saw Tang looking at him with hostile eyes .
"Who the hell are you?" Tang growled .
"I…err, your father and mine are business partners . We work together . My name is Wang Wei," he replied calmly .
"For a business associate, weren't you touching my girl a touch too intimately?" Tang persisted .
Chapter end
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