Because she had been crying, her voice remained hoarse.
But due to anger, her eyes were exceptionally bright.
Ian Linton gazed at her seemingly radiant eyes, somewhat enthralled, then slowly withdrew his gaze and softly said, "Director Ginger... you still remain so stubborn."
He walked over, suddenly taking out a peculiar item from the drawer.
Standing by the bedside, he looked down at her, "Do you know about desensitization therapy?"
Daisy Ginger furrowed her eyebrows slightly, cautious of making a sound. She warily observed the strange item in Ian Linton's hand, instinctively feeling it was not something good.
"Do you know?" He slowly bent down, his fingers suddenly clasping her left ankle, the tips of his fingers cold like a snake's skin lacking warmth. Daisy Ginger's skin erupted in goosebumps, she jerked forcefully but was still held tight, and was abruptly pulled toward him.
