Trapped in His Love Obsession

Chapter 22

Livia entered the room, followed by Brown behind her.

Damian sat leaning on the bed. He straightened his legs while looking at his cellphone.

“Where have you been? I told you I was sick, and still, you’re going away for a long time.” Damian immediately shouted after seeing Livia approaching.

“Sorry, Master, I was waiting for your breakfast.” If he’s really sick, how could he still this annoying? On the other hand, his strength hasn’t diminished at all.

“Are you okay, Young Master? Do I need to prepare a plane for a check-up in XXX country?” Livia covered her mouth and almost burst out laughing. But unfortunately, both of them heard and turned to look at her at the same time

“Are you laughing at me?” Damian pointed with irritated eyes.

“No, Master, I dare not laugh at you.”

But she really thought they were funny, as if they were playing a drama. “Sit down!” Damian pulled his leg so there was a place for Livia to sit on the bed.

The woman obeyed. After she sat down, suddenly, Damian pulled her leg and placed it on Livia’s lap.

Livia was surprised. Especially Brown, who was standing beside him.

“Master Damian even let Miss Livia touch his feet.’ Now, Brown had begun to believe in the facts he had gathered if Damian had started to open his heart to Livia.

“My feet hurt.”

What?” Seeing his childish attitude, Livia laughed in her heart.

“I will call doctor Harris to check on you. But, young Master, do you need a nurse to take care of you?” Brown asked. “I already have her.” Damian pointed at Livia from the corner of his eye, smirking slyly. Livia shuddered to see that smile.

“Well.”

There was a knock on the door, then Mr. Matt appeared with a food tray.

Brown gave instructions to call the family doctor.

Mr. Matt nodded his head and excused himself.

Brown handed a bowl of porridge in front of Livia, who was massaging Damian’s feet.

The girl smiled at Brown, saying that her hands were busy at work.

But instead, Damian lifted his leg, bent it, then moved it behind Livia’s body.

Now her hands are idle.

That’s the look in the eyes that Brown gave. Make Livia lose again. She accepted the bowl of porridge with both hands, still smiling, fake. ‘Why do I have to do something like this?’ Livia sighed.

“Do you want to burn my mouth?!” Damian shouted in annoyance. “Sorry, Master.” She didn’t know it was still hot. “But blowing the food is also not good,” she mumbled softly. “I wish you could put it on your lips to test whether the porridge is cold or not.” So Brown casually came up with a crazy idea. ‘Don’t come up with crazy weird ideas! That’s called a kiss. Yesterday I had sucked his old straw.’ Livia glanced at Damian.

The man didn’t give any reaction either. Finally, she actually pressed the spoon filled with porridge to her lips.

‘Aww! It’s hot. Apparently, he wanted to burn my lips. Damn it!’

After making sure the porridge on the spoon wasn’t hot, Livia started to feed it into Damian’s mouth. At the same time, Assistant Brown gave the morning report.

“Today, Miss Helena will arrive in her homeland. Young Master, would you like me to bring her here?”

Hearing Helena’s name, Livia reflexively glanced at Brown, who glanced at her with disapproving eyes.

“I’ll meet her at the gallery tomorrow.” Damian answered while chewing the porridge.

“Okay. Young Master. These are the dress you asked for the young lady.” Brown handed over the bag that was at his feet.

“Me, why?” Livia accepted the bag that Brown gave her. She glanced at the contents.

The porridge she was spooning out had already started to cool, so she fed Damian again.

“Young lady, you will accompany young master tomorrow to the gallery.”

“Why?” Confused, why did she have to go accompany Damian to the gallery?

“Since I said so. Do you want to argue?”

esy, the King has given an order that cannot be denied.

“Of course not, Master. I accept this outfit gratefully and will go wherever you ask.” Feed again until it runs out with a feeling of irritability but a smiling face as bright as the morning sun. There was a knock on the door, followed by Mr. Matt’s voice. “Young master, I brought doctor Harris.”

“Come in!” Brown answered.

A young doctor entered, followed by Mr. Matt.

He drew closer to the bed, putting his bag beside Damian.

“What is it, Damian? Can you get sick too?”

Again, Livia wanted to laugh out loud. The doctor also knew that the disease would not come to the devil’s body.

Then he did the check like a real doctor. Check his pulse, eyes, blood pressure, and body temperature. “What’s wrong with Master Damian, Doctor?” Livia was like a curious child approaching the doctor.

The man turned his head as if surprised; why was she there?

“It’s nothing, Miss. Damian just needs to rest.”

“Hey, when I say I’m sick, I mean I’m sick.” The patient is anxious to hear the doctor’s diagnosis.

“Okay, okay. You are sick. Have you had breakfast?” The young doctor relented, knowing he was sane.

“Hmm.”

“Miss, can you get some water, so Damian can take medicine?” Doctor Harris winked at Livia.

Livia was surprised and answered spontaneously, “Okay.”

Mr. Matt hadn’t brought the water jug upstairs yet, so Livia went out to get it from the kitchen.

In the kitchen, of course, she is not easily separated from the barrage of his mother-in-law and sister-in- law, who are curious about Damian’s condition.

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“What happened? You’re playing sick.” Harris burst out laughing.

“Brown, take this damn doctor out.”

Brown stood still, knowing that Damian’s words were not serious.

Doctor Harris is a close friend of Damian, who can talk like a friend to him.

“Is she your wife?” he asked again.

“Hmm.”

“Whoa, whoa.”

“Go away.” Damian drives away again.

“But you know Helena is back today. Are you pretending to be sick, so you don’t have to see her?”

Suddenly, Livia came with a bottle of water. They looked at each other, stopped talking, wondering if Livia had heard the words Doctor Harris had just said.