Domineering Love
Chapter 296 - 296 296 Treating Her

Chapter 296: Chapter 296: Treating Her Chapter 296: Chapter 296: Treating Her These days, William Griffith was also having a tough time. Because he couldn’t let himself think about it, he could only numb himself with work.

Thomas Harrison was sometimes afraid; the boss already had a stomach problem, and with such high-intensity self-exploitation, he was afraid that something might go wrong.

In recent days, the boss’s personal account had been transferring out one huge sum after another, with the figures so staggering that it left Thomas tongue-tied.

The funds were all transferred to an account in Kyoto City, but the actual information, including Thomas’s own, was not very clear.

He only knew that the boss was doing something dangerous.

But things were not peaceful at home. Mother Goodman was forced to call William Griffith as she couldn’t handle Cherish Turner’s temper any longer. Even the personal doctors who were assigned to her were helpless. Cherish’s hands were unbearable to look at. Sometimes they used indwelling needles, but Cherish managed to break her blood vessels with the needles. She seemed not to feel pain, making the doctors reluctant to treat her.

Finally, William had enough of Cherish’s behavior. After a long absence, he finally returned to the Deep Wave Mansion after hearing Mother Goodman’s report.

“Young Master!” Mother Goodman, who was waiting outside the suite, suddenly called out in a low voice.

The medical staff, who were still struggling, looked over at the sound and saw the tall figure suddenly appearing outside the suite. He must have been a masterpiece of God with such handsome features. His boundless deep eyes were enough to drown people in them. The two sword-like eyebrows knitted fiercely, signaling his displeasure at the moment. Below the stiff nasal bridge, his sensual thin lips pursed slightly.

The strong aura that enveloped him was intimidating, making people wonder how a man could have such a powerful presence that easily captured their attention.

William Griffith silently walked into the suite. From the moment he stepped in, his gaze had never left Cherish Turner. Unknowingly, his steady pace quickened, and he dashed to her side in a few strides. Lowering his head, he looked down at her from above, taking in the full picture of her reclusive attitude.

Cherish lost her lively and energetic temperament, looking like a wilting flower. Seeing her like this, William furrowed his brows. Sometimes, he really disliked her stubbornness and unwillingness to give in. She had such a temperament, so there were many things he couldn’t tell her, for fear that she would react too intensely.

But he wouldn’t allow self-abuse like this. She had one way to torture herself, and he had a hundred ways to treat her.

“Give me the porridge!” he said coldly, without a trace of emotion.

Mother Goodman, startled, nervously stepped forward and presented the bowl of porridge.

“It’s cold!” he took the bowl, and a hint of anger emerged in his deep tone.

“Yes! I’ll go right away!” Mother Goodman hurriedly took the bowl back and ran out of the suite. In no time, she returned with the properly warmed porridge, panting and trembling as she said, “Young Master! Porridge!”

William Griffith took the bowl without looking.

“Young Master!” Daylight brought a chair over.

He sat down, scooped up the porridge with a spoon, gently blew on it twice, and held it to her mouth, “Eat!” It was a single word, a complete command.

Cherish Turner ignored him and closed her eyes instead.

He snorted coldly, returning the spoon to the bowl. Holding the bowl, he took a sip himself, swiftly leaned down and approached her, and under everyone’s gaze, fed the porridge directly into her mouth.