Chapter 15

　　The doctor saw Peter come in with a disappointed face, "President Xiao, I can't help her, she's too stubborn." 　　"Get out." 　　Peter walked over to the bed and he stood by her, he stared coldly at his fake bride. He was studying her, he wanted to know the reason why Jonathan acted the way that he did, what's so special about her? 　　At first glance, there was nothing special, just white skin, good figure, and dark hair. The qualities every woman should have. 　　Peter pulled away her messy hair, revealing her small, delicate face. Peter frowned for a second, she wasn't as ugly as he thought. 　　Although she was pale and melancholy, she couldn't hide her charming qualities. Her facial features were not perfect, but there was something about her that made people stare in awe and Peter was no exception to this. She had a small freckle on her nose the size of a sesame seed. She was cute, like a cat. 　　Peter had seen countless beauties in his life, but he always felt like they looked the same every time he did. He could acknowledge and appreciate beauty whenever he saw it, but nobody could keep his attention. With Samantha however, he had been staring for well over a minute 　　His felt like his heart was being toyed with. 　　"It hurts, please..." Samantha suddenly coughed delicately. 　　Samantha protected her arm with one hand, tears were flowing from her closed eyes. It wet her eyelashes causing it to gleam under the light. 　　Peter looked at her arm, it was swollen and bruised, and the bones in her arm really were broken. It needed to be infused, otherwise she will have to lose her arm entirely. 　　Peter took out a bag of infusion tubes from the medicine box. He tore off the packaging, he and stuck one end into the infusion bag, then he squatted down. He moved her hand to disinfect her arm first. 　　"Ah... it hurts!" The wound on the back of her hand was stung by the alcohol. She recoiled back and she unconsciously slapped Peter. 　　Peter was unprepared, his head was turned and his eyes were locked onto her. 　　Almost without thinking, he grabbed her hand and he started strangling her. He was as quick as lightning and he had a murderous intent. 　　This was the first time a woman had hit him. It didn't hurt but he felt disrespected and he couldn't accept that lightly. 　　Samantha's face went red as she was choked, and she sobbed in pain. She grabbed Peter's hand and tried to pull it away, her grip was unbelievably weak and delicate. 　　Peter's heart softened, he slowly let go of her throat. He wiped away the tears from her eyes with the delicate touch of an artisan. He didn't notice his own contradictions. 　　Peter once again looked at Samantha's charming face, his eyes became unfathomable. He wanted her to live. 　　Samantha had a high fever, she was curled and she was shivering. 　　Peter took off his shoes unconsciously, he then laid down beside her. He gently moved her head onto his arm, put her hands on his waist, and he embraced her. 　　The sudden masculine warmth made Samantha shudder. She instinctively arched into Peter's arms, burying her face in his generous embrace and rubbing against his chest, like a small cat. 　　"And here I thought you'd hate me." Peter curled his lips and softened the lines of his face. His eyes still had traces of the devil scheming about, but his smile was more angelic, specifically, it was genuine. 　　He held onto her cold hand and he put it in front of his mouth, breathing hot air to warm it up. 　　He felt that it wasn't enough yet, so he unbuttoned his shirt and he brought her to his bare chest. He warmed her cold soul up with his own heart. 　　Samantha sighed contentedly, her weak hands stroked his chest. It was solid, but comfortable, she felt safe. 　　A minute later, her sweet snores sounded from his chest. 　　Peter gave a small chuckle. He found a blood vessel in her elbow socket, disinfected it, took the infusion needle and pierced it through her skin gently. 　　"What—" Before Samantha could cry in pain, her lips were gently kissed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she did not resist. 　　After fixing the needle and securing it in tape, Peter held on to the woman's tender body again, and his thin lips were reluctant to stop. He kissed and cared and comforted her. 　　This girl was dangerous for how innocent she looked. His heart trembled and soon after a primitive desire was building up. 　　The air became hot. This was the first time that Peter wanted a woman strongly, but he resisted until the end of the infusion at five o'clock in the morning. He then withdrew the needle and left quietly. 　　He showered for half an hour to calm down. 　　That night, Samantha slept well. She dreamed that she was being hugged and every time she moved away she was brought back again. The kiss on her lips was very obsessive, it had passion and it lasted the whole night. 　　She thought she was dreaming, she was completely unaware that Peter had been by her side for three hours. 　　"Mrs. Yan, I have bad news." The next morning, at first light, Ruby Yu, Cassandra's personal maid, rushed in and shook Cassandra awake. 　　"Go away! It's too early." Cassandra picked up a pillow and threw it at Ruby and went back to sleep. 　　"No, something really happened." Ruby didn't give up, she put her hands on her master's ears, and whispered something into her ear. 　　Cassandra was struck by lightning, she opened her eyes, and got up to her feet. She looked at her in fright and asked, "He spent the night in my sister's room?" 　　"It's true! I saw it!" 　　Ruby was so excited that his eyes gleamed out, vividly describing, "Master came out of her room with an unbuttoned shirt. The sight made my nose bleed and I almost—"