I Divorced You Now You Beg (Thalia and Darion) novel Chapter 720

Chapter 720 What Flavor Of Candy?

Darion thought something like what happened at the hospital would go down again, but he was just overthinking.

Thalia grabbed his hand and guided him around the bathroom, letting him feel each item. Whenever he touched something, she’d trace its name in his palm.

She wrote, [This one’s the shower switch.]

Then, [Body wash.]

Then, [Shampoo.]

Then, [Towel.]

She took her time leading him in circles around the bathroom, making sure he got a clear sense of where everything was.

Darion’s throat felt dry as he asked, “You’re not going to help me anymore?”

Thalia kept writing in his palm: [Before, your injuries weren’t healed, so I had to look after you.]

What she meant was, now that he was better, she didn’t need to help him anymore. It’d just make things messy.

What if things got out of hand again?

That’d just make things even more awkward for them.

Seeing that he still wasn’t reacting, Thalia let go of his hand and pulled out her phone to type: [I’m going to shower in the guest room. I’m really tired today.]

Darion’s lips twitched, and he waited until her footsteps faded into the distance before finally saying, “I’ll wait for you to come back and help me with the medicine.”

“Okay.”

When Thalia came back, Darion was sitting on the edge of the bed in his bathrobe, his short hair still damp.

Water trickled from his hair, sliding down his handsome face. His eyes were shut, back slightly hunched, looking like a big dog nobody wanted, left out in the rain.

He looked downright pathetic.

Thalia typed, a little curious: [Why didn’t you dry your hair?]

Darion said quietly, “I couldn’t find the hair dryer.”

Thalia bit her lip, walked over, grabbed the hair dryer from the drawer, and started

Chapter 20 What flavor of Candy”

drying his hair for him.

The hum of the dryer filled the room as warm air slipped through her fingers, weaving through his hair.

The subtle fragrance from Thalia clung to his nose, teasing his nerves and making him addicted. He just wanted more.

Darion slipped his arms around her waist, his muscles tightening a bit, but he held back, afraid to pull her too close.

Thalia’s body tensed up, her lips gently pressed together.

His short hair dried in no time. She switched off the dryer and tapped his arm lightly, hinting for him to let go.

Darion let her go, though he clearly didn’t want to.

After putting the hair dryer away, Thalia opened the medicine box and helped Darion with his treatment.

She wrapped layer after layer of white gauze around his eyes, hiding most of his good

looks.

Once she tore off the backing of the tape and pressed it in place, Thalia finally exhaled a breath she’d been holding.

She switched off the lights and got into bed. Each took their own side, and in the darkness, their breathing and heartbeats gradually slowed, fading into the quiet night. Darion moved a bit, turned onto his side, and started inching over toward Thalia.

Thalia reached out and put her hand right on his shoulder, stopping him from getting any closer.

‘Thalia.”

Darion didn’t try to move closer, but when he finally spoke, his voice was soft and rough around the edges, laced with a quiet loneliness.

Thalia’s lashes quivered, and she rolled over, turning her back to him.

She reached for her phone, but Darion slipped over and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against him.

His hot breath brushed against her skin, and the mix of their body wash scents filled the space between them.

“I just ate some candy,” Darion murmured. “What kind did Diana give you? Mine tastes like lychee.”

Thalia reached for her phone, the screen already glowing, but Darion moved over and pinned her down, his nose nuzzling her cheek, like he was trying to find her lips.