Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 88: Could it be that you expect me to coax you (8)

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Could it be that you expect me to coax you (8)

Qiao Mo had no idea how long she had been asleep.

When she woke up, her head felt dizzy, and her throat was painfully swollen, leaving her unable to speak.

"You’re awake."

A voice came from beside the bed, leaving her a little dazed. It took a few seconds before she suddenly became fully awake, breaking into a cold sweat, and she looked warily at the man in front of her, then towards the door.

The bedside table and chair had been restored to their original places, and the lamp and suitcase were tidily arranged.

The door remained tightly closed, just like every time she woke up in this bed before.

It made Qiao Mo almost question whether everything from last night was just a dream.

Fu Nancheng glanced at her indifferently and handed over a glass of water, "Eat first, then take the medicine."

Qiao Mo held the glass of water without speaking, and after a while, she softly asked, "How did you get in?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng’s expression darkened considerably.

Qiao Mo looked down as she toyed with the glass in her hand without speaking, her slightly flushed face full of reluctance, as if she had "I don’t want to see you!" written all over it.

Considering she wasn’t fully recovered, he chose not to argue with her, "Where do you want to eat? Here or in the dining room?"

"I don’t want to eat."

Qiao Mo softly refused, sounding as if she were merely brushing him off.

But she genuinely didn’t have any appetite.

She felt unwell overall, and her heart was also in disarray.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he made the decision for her: "I’ll have someone bring it up."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mo lowered her head and played with her fingers, saying nothing more.

More than ten minutes later, a servant came up with a tray, first placing a low table on the bed, then setting the tray’s dishes on it one by one.

Four dishes and a soup, a dessert, a salad, with both Chinese and Western options, each dish was small but exquisite, looking like works of art more impressive than Qiao family’s usual fare.

Yet, even so, Qiao Mo still didn’t have much appetite.

Given the cold gaze from her side, she reluctantly picked up the chopsticks.

She stared at the dishes for a while, then looked at Fu Nancheng sitting opposite her at the small table and said, "Can you not sit there?"

Fu Nancheng was taken aback and didn’t respond immediately.

Qiao Mo added, "I can’t eat while you’re watching."

"Say that again."

His face turned livid with rage, and he squeezed out the words through clenched teeth!

Qiao Mo shrank her neck, fully convinced he would devour her any second.

She bit her lip and didn’t dare make another sound.

Switching to a spoon, she took her first bite of the ice cream cake.

It was cool and creamy, dissolving quickly in her mouth, not too sweet, but full of creamy flavor mixed with chocolate powder and hazelnuts, exceptionally delicious.

Perhaps it was due to her dry and hot throat, but she found herself falling in love with the cool sweet treat, ignoring the rest of the dishes and focusing solely on the small cake in front of her.

Fu Nancheng furrowed his brows and, before Qiao Mo could react, he reached out and took the cake away.

Qiao Mo was taken aback and turned to look at him.

"Eat your meal first. Once you’re done, you can have the cake," Fu Nancheng said in a deep voice.

Qiao Mo put down the fork in her hand, didn’t touch anything else, nor did she speak, but her intentions were clear.

Fu Nancheng’s face instantly darkened, his icy gaze making the room feel several degrees colder, "Do you have to provoke me?"

Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a moment of silence, she finally picked up the chopsticks again, shoving random bites into her mouth without raising her head, completely numb to what she was even eating.