Chapter 119

"Does an action like that tell me that you are currently unfit for the position of Eva's private physician?" Yuwen Xi stared at Dr. Bentley’s incessantly trembling hands, his brow furrowed as he spoke in a cold, sharp tone.

Hearing this, Dr. Bentley paused. Then, his hands began to examine Eva with practiced skill, never trembling again.

Avril raised an eyebrow at the sight but remained silent. As for Mr. Weiting, he showed no reaction at all.

After a simple series of diagnostic tests, Dr. Bentley found that Eva’s condition was not critical and felt relieved. He organized his medical instruments, turned around, and said to the Weiting family members with a calm expression, "Miss Eva’s situation does not appear to be very serious at the moment. However, if she frequently faints due to headaches—" Dr. Bentley paused here, seeing the other three looking at him, and continued, "I’m afraid that is not a good sign."

He had phrased it diplomatically, but the subtext was clear: if this continued, Eva’s condition would become dire.

After all, the most fragile part of a person is not the heart, but the brain. In other words, if Eva continued like this, her brain would not be able to withstand the strain, and once that happened, the best-case scenario would be a vegetative state.

The people present turned pale, though their expressions varied.

Yuwen Xi’s face was filled with undisguised worry and heartache, as if he wished all the pain would transfer to him, hoping only for Eva to feel better.

Avril’s expression was grave, though it was unclear whether it was out of worry or some other reason.

Mr. Weiting, that old fox, remained inscrutable. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking; he simply kept his eyes fixed on Eva, looking lost in thought.

"Very well, since Eva is fine now, everyone should go back and rest," Mr. Weiting said. He glanced at Yuwen Xi and Avril, then added, "Avril, stay behind to look after Eva." With that, he departed without further delay.

"Wait a moment—" Yuwen Xi called out to Mr. Weiting as he was leaving. With his eyes still fixed on Eva, he said firmly, "I will stay."

Avril did not rush to speak; she simply looked at Mr. Weiting, awaiting his decision.

Mr. Weiting glanced at Yuwen Xi, gestured for Avril to leave, and walked out of Eva’s room.

Avril looked at Eva on the bed, then at the man standing there like a stone pillar. Her eyes flickered, but she said nothing and left the room.

Dr. Bentley, who was off to the side, did not say anything this time—he was acutely aware of his status: a family doctor, nothing more than a doctor. So, when Mr. Weiting signaled for the others to leave, he obediently packed his things, cast a lingering, reluctant glance at Eva, shot a look of resentment at Yuwen Xi, and exited the room.

Suddenly, the room became so quiet that only the sound of soft breathing could be heard.

Yuwen Xi sat by the bed, watching Eva in silence, until, gazing at her peaceful sleeping face, he too drifted off into a dream.

A vast blue ocean rolled before his eyes, its deep indigo waves merging with eyes of the same sea-blue hue.

"Xi, your eyes are so beautiful!" A charming and beautiful woman chased the waves, turning back to look at the man who always followed closely by her side.

"If you like them, I’ll let you look at them for a lifetime." The man smiled, looking at her with doting eyes, and reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek.

"Stop being so full of yourself! Who wants to look at you for a lifetime? You’d bore me to death!" The woman arched her slender eyebrows, her violet eyes brimming with playful light.

"You dare to look down on me?" The man raised an eyebrow, feigning anger. "See if I don’t smack your little bottom until it blossoms!" He stretched out his long arms, intending to catch her.

Unexpectedly, the woman seemed to anticipate his move. After "teasing" him, she immediately sprinted away!

Though the man wore a mask of ferocity, the mirth in his eyes could not be concealed. He followed her, his stride joyful. Before long, he caught her in his arms, his strong embrace so tight it left her breathless.

"Xi… you… you’re holding me too… too tight!" she pleaded.

"Hmph! Let’s see if you dare say you don’t care for me again!" The man ignored her plea, his eyes filled with sweet happiness. He loosened his grip slightly but kept her circled in his arms, as if only then could he be certain that his beloved was truly with him and not a figment of his dreams.

"Alright, alright, I was just joking!" the woman said coquettishly. She slowly turned around to face him. Seeing his deep, affectionate gaze, her heart warmed, and her eyes stung with sudden emotion.

"How can you love me so much?" she asked, her voice choking.

"I was born to love you!" The man replied, his tone one of helpless devotion.

*Perhaps, in a past life, I owed you something,* he thought. *In this life, I shall repay it with my unwavering heart.*

"How am I worth it?" The woman seemed unconvinced, wanting him to say something even more persuasive.

The man sighed with gentle, doting resignation. Deciding to stop bothering with the little woman’s hesitations, he proved his love through action—without hesitation, he lowered his head to kiss her delicate, cherry-red lips!

"What are you doing?" A clear, bewildered female voice interrupted Yuwen Xi’s moment!

Yuwen Xi frowned, seemingly annoyed, but he did not open his eyes. His handsome, thin lips puckered, reaching forward with effort. But why did Yingyue keep pulling back?

He reached out and grabbed the beauty who kept retreating, forcing his lips forward.

Then— *Smack!*

A loud sound rang out.

Satisfied, Yuwen Xi felt a joyful curve pull at his lips. However, someone seemed to disapprove of his happiness. The clear voice sounded in his ear again, this time laced with impatience.

"I said, what on earth are you doing?"

Finally, Yuwen Xi opened his eyes, annoyed, wanting to see who the troublesome person ruining his dream was.

Before him was a magnified, beautiful face, though her complexion was an unhealthy pale. This person was none other than the sweetheart he had just been trying to kiss in his dreams!

But something about the situation felt wrong.

"I’m asking you, what were you doing just now?" Eva asked, filled with confusion and curiosity.

Yuwen Xi froze. What was he doing? He was kissing her, of course! But the situation was indeed off.

Realizing that something was amiss and feeling something cool in his hand, he looked down, and his expression turned strange. He was holding a white porcelain plate!

Yes, a white porcelain plate! It was not his beloved’s delicate lips at all!

Yuwen Xi’s handsome face flushed bright red, and he felt such embarrassment that he wished the ground would swallow him whole! How humiliating!

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Eva asked, growing impatient but still curious.

Because this handsome man had just snatched the plate from her hand and given it a very loud "smack!"

"Uh… um… I…" Yuwen Xi found himself unable to explain his foolish behavior.

"What is wrong with you?! You’re a grown man, why are you acting so long-winded and strange?"

"I… well, I’m going back to take a shower! I’ll come find you in a bit!" With that, Yuwen Xi ignored Eva and strode away with such speed that he stirred up a breeze!

"What is wrong with him? A total weirdo!" Eva pouted in dissatisfaction. She picked up the plate he had dropped, placed it on the nightstand, and headed into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, back in his room, Yuwen Xi rushed into the bathroom. In the mirror, he saw a man with a face flushed with the bashfulness of first love!

*Heaven, just let me die!* He was a grown man, and yet he was having such vivid dreams! And that was fine, but why, why did he end up kissing a plate?!

*Oh, God!*

He splashed water on his face several times until the heat subsided. He tidied himself up, trying to look less disheveled, and headed back to Eva’s room.

By now, Eva had freshened up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Yuwen Xi stood at the door and knocked gently. Eva looked up at him and nodded, though she didn't speak.

After entering, Yuwen Xi fixed his gaze on her and said, "I think we should get to know each other."

"Is that necessary?" Eva tilted her head, her violet eyes calm and unreadable.

"Of course!" Yuwen Xi said with absolute certainty. He walked over to her, stood still, and wore a smile. Then, catching her off guard, he took her right hand and gently pressed a kiss to it. "Hello, beautiful lady. I am a man who admires you, and my name is George."

*Since you have forgotten the past, let us start everything over from the beginning.*

Eva was stunned. She hadn't expected this man, who appeared so stern and cold, to have such a humorous side.

She watched Yuwen Xi, who remained bowed, and then withdrew her hand from his warm palm, ignoring his look of shock and anxiety. Her violet eyes flickered imperceptibly, but she made no other move. She stared straight at him until he straightened up. Just as Yuwen Xi was about to be overwhelmed by sadness, she slightly bent her knees, lifted the hem of her skirt with her right hand, bowed her head to reveal her slender, white neck, and said softly, "Hello, handsome sir. Thank you very much for your admiration. My name is Eva."