Chapter 466 Morning, My Lovely Wife


    Daisy felt safe andfortable as long as Edward was around. The faint jasmine scent on his body


    reassured her that he was there and she could rely on him no matter what happened. This was what


    love felt like.


    When the first morning light quietly came through the curtains, Daisy opened her eyes to find that


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    Edward was affectionately watching her sleep. She rubbed her bleary eyes and gave him a faint smile.


    "Morning, honey. Didn''t you sleep at all?" Daisy asked. Now that she was awake, she didn''t have to


    worry about touching his wound identally. She got into his arms, immersed in the familiar feelings


    his embrace gave her.


    "Morning, my lovely wife. You were drooling. Be careful with the saliva on the corners of your mouth.


    My clothes might get stained." Edward hadn''t slept since Daisy fell asleep. He had been watching her


    sleeping. His eyes hadn''t left her even when the nurse came in to change the drip. The affectionate


    light in his eyes had made the nurse envious and wish she were the one he had been gazing at.


    It made sense. After all, Edward was the ideal lover of the women in the entire city. All of them


    dreamed of being treated that way. At that moment, he looked at the woman beside him so gently and


    attentively it was an image beyond words.


    "Drooling? No way!" Daisy was doubtful about his words, but she still wiped her mouth. When she


    found there was no saliva, she stared at Edward angrily. Damn it! She fell for his trick again. How could


    she have fallen for that since she had never drooled in her sleep?


    "Aha, look at how silly you are, but I like it." Seeing his trick seed, Edwardughed and kissed the


    corner of her mouth. At this moment, she wasn''t aloof at all but adorable and delicate like an ordinary


    woman.


    "Hey, can''t you two be a little discreet? I don''t have a girlfriend yet. How about thinking of my feelings


    when you behave so intimately?" Tom walked in suddenly without knocking the door. It seemed under


    Rain''s influence he had lost all his manners.


    "Um... morning, Tom," Daisy said and jumped off the bed immediately, feeling her face burn with


    embarrassment. This was the second time Tom had caught them making out. Wishing there were a


    hole she could crawl into, she fled into the bathroom as fast as she could.


    "Edward, what''s up with Daisy? Am I that terrifying? Why is she avoiding me?" Tom asked, rubbing his


    head.


    "Are the doors to the wards in your hospital just ornaments? Why didn''t you knock? Why are you here


    so early?" Edward felt speechless at Tom''s abrupt appearance. Daisy was shy, she was ashamed


    enough when Tom had caught them then and there, but Tom had to joke about it after that. Of course


    Daisy had run away from the embarrassing scene. Couldn''t he see he had put Daisy on the spot?


    "You think this is what I want? It''s a ward round." Tom shrugged and ignored Edward''s first question.


    He wasn''t impolite, just tended to forget his manners.


    "This is the first time I''ve heard of rounds starting at 7 a.m. Is this a preferential treatment of this damn


    VVIP ward?" Edward gritted his teeth, looking at Tom. He had identally noticed there was a clock at


    the opposite end of the wall, a bonus of his dullness. That was why he knew the time.


    "Haha, of course not. I''m special. Do you have a problem with it?" Actually an operation was scheduled


    at 9 a.m. Tom had made the time to check on Edward''s wound before surgery. But instead of telling


    Edward the truth, he wanted to take this chance to annoy him, because the chance might nevere


    again.


    "Not really. My life is in your hands now. That would be too much of a risk to take." Edward managed a


    pathetic tone. He had to admit he was in no situation to negotiate with Tom. He had to put up with him


    for a few more days. There would be a serious reckoning after he recovered, however.


    "Wow, it turns out you know quite well the pickle you''re in. I thought you had no sense of danger." Tom


    began to check on Edward''s wound carefully while he was joking. But he felt like one of his employees


    and he hated that feeling, so he pinched the area near his wound lightly. It wouldn''t reopen the cut, but


    it definitely hurt.


    "What the hell? You did it on purpose, didn''t you?" Edward twisted his mouth with pain and shot a grim


    look at Tom. He didn''t think that was a mistake. He was sure that he was abusing his authority to get


    back at him.


    "It''s not what you think. I was just checking if the muscle around the cut had necrotized. Give me some


    credit." He had done it on purpose. So what? Deal with it. Tom got cocky, forgetting what a bully


    Edward could be. He didn''t know yet that he wouldn''t get a penny for the treatment on the day Edward


    was discharged from hospital.


    "You''re quite full of yourself right now." Edward nced at him, all smiles, repressing his anger. The


    ones unacquainted with him might thought he looked amiable, yet to the ones that knew him well, such


    a smile meant someone was in serious trouble.


    "No, no, no. Well, I have some work to do so I''m going back to my office and leaving you alone. The


    nurse wille and change the dressing on your woundter." Gosh! Who said he was weak after the


    injury? Seeing that evil smile Tom couldn''t even feel his legs anymore. He decided to take flight at


    once.


    "Tom, wait a minute. I have to ask you something," Seeing Tom leaving in a hurry when she was


    "Um... Yeah. What can I do for you, Daisy?" Although he was dying to leave, now that Daisy called his


    name, he couldn''t pretend he didn''t hear it and make his way out. In that case what he got from Edward


    wouldn''t be just a stern look. He would be dead meat.


    "I''d like to ask about your advice on Edward''s diet and exercise." Daisy had been thinking about it. That


    was what you did when you cared about someone.


    "Oh, I see. No problem. After the surgery, the cut will hurt for some days. His arms and shoulders will


    be unable to move freely. I can suggest some movements to help him recover. To exercise his shoulder


    joints, he can stretch his arms upward, backward, outward, and then take them inward, and swirl them


    clockwise and anticlockwise. For his elbow joints, he can bend his arms or twist them."


    Tom frowned. He thought Edward was actually doing very well, much better than the other patients with


    the same issue. Maybe partly because that guy was tough, partly because the medicine Tom had


    prescribed was tremendously effective. After all, the medicine used on Edward was expensive. It would


    be uneptable if it didn''t do the trick.


    "Then?" Seeing Tom suddenly stopped talking, Daisy urged. She was anxious to hear him out.


    "Excuse me. I was thinking about something else. On the second day after the surgery, the main


    exercise should be started. Exercise his leg joints. Help him sit, which will reduce the pressure of the


    cut on the wound. When the drainage tubes are removed, encourage him to get out of bed. Sit on the


    bedside at the beginning, feet hanging, then stand at the bed. The exercise should include both indoors


    and outdoors. The kinds that help him adjust to daily life will suffice, "


    Tom said earnestly. Daisy had listened attentively but the patient kept rolling his eyes on the hospital


    bed. Damn Tom, stop talking nonsense already! ''How could you treat me like a baby?'' He thought.


    "What about diet?" Daisy knew what would affect Edward''s recovery. She wouldn''t miss anything


    helpful.


    "About his diet, the nurses will provide his meals. And they will be customized. But since you asked, I''d


    like to make somements on it. After the surgery, when the stomach and intestines can function


    normally and the tulence disappears, he can eat a little liquid food. When he gets better, he can have


    as much liquid food as he wants. Then semi-liquid food." Feeling the scorching stare behind, Tom


    paused to look at Edward and gave him a meaningful smile. Then he continued, "The trauma is usually


    enormous to the patients, so nutrients are essential for the healing and recovery. Food high in calories


    and vitamins will be rmended. Spicy food will only worsen the condition. That''s all. I hope I have


    made it clear."


    Tom felt his back sweat. These measures would help a lot with his recovery. Besides, Daisy had asked


    his advice, he couldn''t refuse to answer her questions. Did Edward have to cast him those scary looks?


    He felt pressured.


    "Oh, I''ll remember them. Thank you, Tom." Daisy smiled faintly, thankful for his patience in giving


    detailed advice.


    "Daisy, don''t mention it. I should have told you about this earlier. Your thanks make me feel more


    embarrassed." Tom was drenched in sweat. He wished he hadn''te. He couldn''t figure out why


    Edward was fixing his killer eyes on him? He was fidgeting.


    Edward was still smiling mischievously. The intensive blue eyes were like a pool of deep water, his


    thoughts were well hidden under them, nothing revealed. Tom felt creepy, worried about what Edward


    might do to him next. He felt as if Edward were a god of gue around him, who was going to explode


    in anger anytime.


    Edward kept thinking about the liquid diet Tom had mentioned. He was angrier about the diet than the


    exercise he had suggested. It made him look weak and delicate. It seemed Tom had really decided to


    treat him like a newborn baby. Did he really think he was so fragile that he needed to be "reborn" and


    start over after an injury? Or maybe this was just one of his practical jokes. If that was the case, he


    would like to cooperate, because it would make a perfect excuse for Edward to deal with him. Now that


    Tom had presented the excuse himself, it would disappoint him not to use it.