Chapter 11 Gentle Fury
“Eldest Young Master—”
“Xu Ah Yao, if you’re going to speak for him, don’t speak at all.”
His tone was stiff, but his hands moved with extreme care. He removed my shoes and socks, then gently settled me on the couch.
When he saw the bruise on my ankle his handsome brows furrowed again. “How exactly is the Second Young Master taking care of you!”
I could tell the Eldest Young Master was furious.
He held me so carefully.
When my appetite was poor, preserved fruits would appear where I could find them.
When the heat kept me awake, a fan would move quietly near me for half the night.
Every time we met by chance and I didn’t want to face him, he would turn and walk away—though sometimes I caught him glancing back once more.
He loved so cautiously, so carefully.
Yet I had eyes only for the Second Young Master.
Thinking of it, the Eldest Young Master suddenly gripped the sole of my foot.
The heat of his palm made me jerk back.
He gave me a light glare, eyes full of heartache. “Still daring to move? Do you not want this foot anymore?!”
I froze and didn’t dare speak.
I just marveled that the Eldest Young Master—who had always been so compliant—could have such a commanding side.
If my child could grow up to be like his father, he would surely become a very, very good person.
Seeing me silent, he thought I was angry because he spoke ill of the Second Young Master.
He sighed helplessly. “Ah Yao, you were the one who provoked me first. I’m human too. I can feel hurt. I only want to be with the person I like. I’ve done nothing wrong. From childhood until now I’ve never fought him for anything—except you. That one thing I refuse to give up.”