Donovan’s expression was cold, and he was determined to leave. The butler, shivering all over, still blocked his path. "No, this woman killed our Young Master! She absolutely cannot leave!" "What did you say?" Donovan’s brows furrowed. Donovan looked down at the woman in his arms. "Baby, what exactly happened?" Chloe met his gaze, pursed her lips, and shrank back slightly. After understanding the situation, Donovan sat on a bench in the hospital beside Chloe, quietly waiting for the surgery results. Chloe looked at him. "I was too harsh. If something really happens to him, how am I supposed to explain it to Sir Sutton?" Donovan patted her head, comforting her. "It’s okay. It was self-defense, you don’t need to blame yourself." "With me around, you have nothing to fear." The next second, the door to the operating room clicked open. The doctor walked out. "Who is the patient’s family?" Donovan stood up, his expression indifferent. "I am." "Is he alive or dead?" The doctor replied, "Rest assured, the surgery was successful. The patient is past the critical period and just needs to rest and recover now." Donovan’s expression remained calm as he said lightly, "What a pity." The doctor’s brow arched. "From the sound of it, you seem to wish he were dead." Donovan sneered. Of course he did. That bastard Sutton dared to have improper designs on his woman. If he didn’t die today, Donovan would make him pay later! In the hospital room, Connor Sutton lay on the bed, his eyes closed and his face pale as a sheet, still unconscious. The next second, he gently moved his knuckles. Chloe, who was sitting beside him, noticed the movement and called out softly, "President Sutton?" Connor seemed to hear her. His eyelids fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the woman beside him. He gave a faint smile. "I didn’t expect you to stay by my bedside." "If Donovan finds out, will he be jealous?" Hearing Connor’s voice, Donovan walked over from the window, his expression indifferent. A cold smile touched his lips. "Heh. Someone of your caliber isn’t worth my jealousy." Seeing him, Connor’s face darkened. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel✶fire.net "What are you doing here?" Donovan sat down beside Chloe, wrapping an arm around her slender waist. He smiled. "I’m accompanying my girlfriend." "Get out!" Connor snapped. Donovan wasn’t annoyed. He squinted and turned to look at Chloe, his voice becoming tender. "President Sutton sounds quite loud. It seems there’s nothing wrong with him. I’ll take you home." "You’ve had a long day. When we get home, I’ll personally bathe you and take you to bed." Chloe’s face turned slightly red as she glared at him. On the hospital bed, seeing Chloe about to leave with Donovan, Connor frowned, a hint of panic in his voice. "Don’t go!" Donovan glanced over, one hand in his pocket. A sly smile played on his lips. "Beg me." Connor’s face darkened. He’d rather die than beg him! Donovan asked, "Is President Sutton unwilling?" "Fine. Chloe, let’s go. The night is still young. Let’s go home, and I’ll teach you a couple of new tricks." With that, he wrapped his arm around Chloe’s soft, slender waist and started to walk out. Connor panicked. Gritting his teeth, he forced out the words, "I beg you." Donovan didn’t turn back, the corner of his lip twitching into a smile. He frowned slightly. "Tsk, I don’t think I heard you." Connor said furiously, "Donovan, don’t push your luck!" Donovan remained silent. Connor’s anger deflated. Grinding his teeth, he repeated, "I beg you!" Donovan laughed. He turned, his eyes cold as he glanced at Connor. "Heh. So this day has finally come." They were always at each other’s throats in the business world, viewing each other as mortal enemies. He never thought Connor would be the one to willingly beg him. Tsk. I guess I have my baby to thank for this. Connor didn’t look at him. His gaze fell on Chloe and he laughed. "Miss Quinn, you’re the one who injured me. Don’t forget that you have to take responsibility." Donovan narrowed his dark eyes. Chloe frowned. "Responsible for what?" "President Sutton, please get your facts straight. You were the one who tried to make a move on me first. I was just defending myself!" Connor’s tone was completely unreasonable. "I don’t care. The fact is you injured me. My head was bleeding. You have to compensate me somehow." Donovan sneered. "And what do you want?" Connor thought for a moment, then looked at Chloe. "As the saying goes, a serious injury takes a hundred days to heal. Since I’m hurt this badly, you have to take care of me." "Starting tomorrow, move into the Sutton residence and take care of me for a month!" Chloe frowned. "Heh, in your dreams. Impossible!" "Alright," Donovan suddenly interjected, a cryptic smile in his eyes. "She’ll move in tomorrow and take care of you for a month." Chloe gently tugged at his sleeve, glaring at him and muttering, "What are you up to?" He was normally so possessive and hated it when she interacted with other men, so why would he agree to let her stay at the Sutton residence? Connor was also shocked that Donovan had agreed so readily. He chuckled. "Mr. Xavier, you’re a man of your word?" A sinister smile played in Donovan’s eyes. He took Chloe’s hand and led her out the door. 「Two days later, early in the morning.」 Connor was back home. His head was wrapped in gauze as he sat at the dining table, enjoying his breakfast. A servant ran in. "Young Master, Miss Quinn is here!" Connor raised an eyebrow. Oh? So that guy Xavier really let her come? A voice came from behind him—naturally soft and pleasant, melodious and lively, enough to tickle one’s heart. Connor was overjoyed and turned to look. "You’re here!" The next second, his face darkened. Donovan strolled over, an arm around Chloe’s slender waist and a faint smile on his thin lips. "It’s only been two days, but President Sutton is looking much thinner." And he looked invigorated and pleased with himself, the very picture of leisure! Donovan raised an eyebrow. "I promised she would come to take care of you for a month." Connor’s face darkened, and he gritted his teeth. "I want Miss Quinn to take care of me, not you, Xavier!" Donovan held Chloe’s cool hand and smirked. "My girlfriend is delicate. She’s not going to take care of just any stray dog or wild boar." Stray dog? Wild boar? Connor laughed angrily. "Donovan, are you insulting me?" Then, he picked up a bowl of hot porridge from the table, looked at Donovan, and scoffed, "Since Mr. Xavier insists on taking Miss Quinn’s place, then come on. Feed me." Donovan was silent for a few seconds, his expression unreadable. Then he smiled. "Alright." He stepped forward and took the bowl.