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I dared not resist any longer and allowed him to support me as we walked step by step out of the kitchen. His warm palm enveloped my hand, and I felt his broad, warm hand. A strange sensation surged in my heart, transmitting through my skin and reaching deep inside me. I shifted my fingers uncomfortably, but he seemed to sense my unease and tightened his grip a little more. I glanced down at my swollen ankle, feeling a mix of emotions.
"Don't move around; your ankle needs ice," Huo Ze said, glancing at me with a calm yet firm tone. I had no choice but to comply.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" There was a hint of concern in Huo Ze's voice. I gave in and let him guide me to sit down on the sofa.
He released my hand and turned to grab an ice pack from the refrigerator. Instead of using a towel to wrap it, he knelt down to examine my ankle closely.
"It seems a bit swollen," he said, furrowing his brow with worry.
I awkwardly pulled my hand back, trying to appear relaxed as I shook my head lightly and replied softly, "It's fine; it doesn't hurt much."
Huo Ze remained silent, half-kneeling in front of me as he gently placed my ankle on the low stool in front of the sofa.
He rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his well-defined forearms, then half-kneeled before me again, carefully applying the ice pack to my ankle. I looked down at him; his focused expression was so different from his usual self that I felt a bit unaccustomed to this gentler side of him.
"Hiss..." I winced as the cold made contact with my skin. "It's okay; it should just be a mild sprain. A little ointment will do," he reassured me.
"I'll go get the first aid kit." He said no more and stood up, heading toward the corner of the living room where a white medical box was kept.
I watched his tall figure as his defined fingers skillfully tended to my injury. My heart raced inexplicably, and a slight blush crept onto my face.
"Hiss..." As soon as the ice pack touched my skin, a chilling sensation spread throughout my body, causing me to involuntarily gasp.
"Does it hurt?" Huo Ze lifted his head, his brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of concern showed in his eyes.
A strange emotion surged within me. All along, I had deliberately kept my distance from him because I was afraid of getting too involved, afraid that this contractual marriage would turn into an emotional game with no way out. However, his recent actions brought me a sense of warmth and reassurance.
A sharp pain shot through my ankle, and I couldn't help but gasp.
"What happened? Did I hurt you?" Huo Ze looked up, his deep gaze filled with worry.
"No, no..." I hurriedly denied it, turning my head to the side, unable to meet his eyes.
Huo Ze shook his head slightly. "It's fine; it's just a bit cold."
He nodded, remaining silent as he gently secured the ice pack before getting up to head to the kitchen. After a short while, he returned with a cup of hot water and handed it to me.
"Drink some hot water to warm yourself up."
I took the cup and thanked him. Then I opened the medicine box, took out iodine and cotton swabs, and began to treat my wound with practiced motions. His movements were gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting me. Watching his focused expression intensified that strange emotion in my heart.
"Ah..." The disinfectant touched the wound, piercing through my lies.
Huo Ze applied the medicine even more gently and then carefully bandaged it with gauze. After tidying up the medicine box, he looked up and calmly asked, "I'm going to cook; what do you want to eat?"
I was taken aback; I hadn't expected him to offer to cook. Instinctively, I asked, "You can cook?"
Huo Ze's lips curled into a slight smile. "What? Are you afraid I'll poison you?"
His rare smile caught me off guard, and it took me a moment to respond. I hurriedly waved my hands. "No, no! I just... I'm a bit surprised..."
I came to my senses, thought for a moment, and said, "Just make whatever you want; I'm not picky."
"Okay," came Huo Ze's response from the kitchen, accompanied by the clattering of pots and pans, filling the air with a warm sense of home.
I was infected by his confident smile, and my tension eased considerably. "I'll be here waiting for your feast."
He turned and walked toward the kitchen, his tall figure disappearing at the doorway. I watched him leave, and a sudden wave of sweetness surged in my heart.
He worked quickly; in less than an hour, he prepared three dishes and a soup, all beautifully presented and full of flavor, filling the dining table.
"Give it a try and see if it suits your taste," he said as he placed a bowl of soup in front of me, his tone laced with anticipation.
"Your cooking is really good; it's even better than what the aunt at home makes," I praised him as I ate.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile. "I'm glad you like it; eat more."
Watching his focused expression, I suddenly felt an impulse to know him better, to step into his inner world.
"Huo Ze..." I put down my chopsticks, mustering the courage to say something. Just then, his phone rang.
"Sorry, I need to take this call," he said as he stood up and walked to the window. "There's something going on at the company; I need to step out." He hung up the phone with a hint of regret in his voice.
I looked at his tall figure and felt a sudden pang of disappointment. He ended the call and turned to me. "Something came up at work; I have to go out for a bit."
"Okay, you go ahead." He looked at me deeply before getting up to grab his coat. He walked over to me and gently ruffled my hair. "I'll be back soon."
"Can you manage at home by yourself? Do you need me to have Jiang Ming come over to keep you company?" he asked.
"No need, I'm fine. You go ahead and get busy," I shook my head, not wanting to worry him.
"Then I'll be leaving. Call me if you need anything."
After Huo Ze left, I sat alone in the empty living room, idly flipping through TV programs but unable to focus on any of them. I looked at the dining table where the dishes had yet to be cleared away, feeling a sense of emptiness inside.
The inexplicable feeling of loss grew stronger, and I suddenly realized that I had started to care about him...
Compelled by an unknown force, I stood up and walked to the study door, gently pushing it open.
The study was quiet, illuminated only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. My gaze fell on a safe on his desk, its door slightly ajar. Remembering the scenes of him working here before, a thought suddenly popped into my mind: to take a look in his study.
I quietly pushed open the study door; it was still very quiet, with only the occasional sound of car horns from outside.
I approached the desk and casually picked up a picture frame. The mood in the photo inexplicably brought me down as well.
In my boredom, I inadvertently caught sight of Huo Ze's briefcase on the sofa, and a sudden thought crossed my mind.
I remembered he had mentioned that the company was negotiating an important project recently and that all the Confidential Documents were kept in the safe in his study.
The safe seemed to be left slightly open.
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