Although the doctor quickly arrived at Tyrone Mansion, Jacob felt like he had been waiting for an eternity. Burning with anxiety, he held Emily in his arms like a helpless child.
"Mr. Gu, please lay Miss Bai flat on the bed. We'll have to run a check-up," said the doctor. She was an elderly woman, renowned all over the world for her remarkable skills. Behind her was an entourage of medical staff attending to her requests.
Jacob carefully placed Emily on the bed and then stood aside with a nervous, compunctious expression in his eyes.
Before long, the doctors diagnosed and treated Emily's bruises, before they finally gave her an intravenous drip.
"Miss Bai will be okay, but she needs to rest. In the next few days, be sure not to engage in any sexual activities with her..." the elderly doctor advised.
Jacob's face darkened when he heard the doctor's last sentence. He cast a cold look at her and replied, "I don't need to be reminded of that! I know how far to go and when to stop."
Although he was offended by the doctor's words, he eventually calmed down and refrained from getting angry.
After the doctor and her entourage left, Jacob sat in front of the bed and looked at Emily pensively. Jacob's eyes reflected the way he felt about the world: dark and cold. Its depth resembled that of a black hole in space, an air of sorrow and unsettling pain emanating from his gaze.
Suddenly, Emily's breathing sped up, and her long eyelashes trembled, as if in pain. However, she kept her eyes shut the whole time.
Jacob realized that she was awake and she was just refusing to open her eyes because she did not want to see him.
In consideration of her health, Jacob stood up slowly, reached out to tuck Emily in, and then walked out of the room.
When the door clicked shut, Emily opened her eyes. Muddled, she looked at the ceiling, deep in thoughts. A crystal clear drop of tear, slipped down her face and landed on the pillow.
The next day, rays of light cast squares onto the glossy stone floor, reflecting onto several objects in the room. The warm ball of light filtered through her thin eyelids and woke her from her slumber.
Emily's eyelids fluttered open and her shifting gaze found Jacob's face looking at her, expressionlessly and silently.
A few seconds later, Jacob opened his mouth and said in a peaceful tone, "You should get up and get some breakfast."
Emily lowered her eyes and did not reply to him. She reached out her hands to steady herself and sat up slowly with great effort. The whole time her frail body trembled with pain, reminding her of the dreadful night she had spent with Jacob.
Jacob gestured one of the servants to bring Emily some food. They placed a hot bowl of porridge on the nightstand and walked out just as quickly as they had walked in. Jacob picked up the hot bowl with his bare hands to feed her, just as he used to do.
However, when Jacob brought the spoon to her lips, Emily could not help but shudder with fear, and then dodge him instinctively.
A spasm of pain contorted his face and shot through his heart. Black clouds seemed to have appeared over his face, as he dropped the spoon back to the bowl angrily.
Feeling humiliated and rejected, he stiffly put the bowl on the little folding table that had just been set up on the bed. Without a word, he then turned around and straight away walked out of the bedroom without even looking back at her.
Sitting as still as a statue, Emily looked down at the bowl of porridge, pensively. She waited until the porridge had cooled down before she started to eat it.
Since then, Jacob and Emily gave each other the silent treatment. In Tyrone Mansion, the atmosphere was so tense, you could cut the air with a knife. Even the servants were in a blue funk, afraid of getting into trouble or stepping on their boss's toes.
Moreover, even the top managers of the Gu Consortium were complaining about their boss's recent bad temper. On top of that, Jacob's mood swings had everyone running for the hills, trying to avoid getting scolded by him in his office. As if that weren't bad enough, the menacing expression he casually carried on his face intimidated all the employees, stopping them from being able to do their work properly.
Helpless, they could not help but wonder what had happened to their benevolent leader, transforming his usual disposition to an unforgiving beast of malice. If he continued to treat them like that with his explosive temper, before long, all the employees would be driven mad.
Soon, they figured out the real reason behind his anomalous behaviour. Everyone had heard the news about Jacob transferring Jack to a branch office in Africa.
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