Obsessive Devotion Ice-Cold Tycoon's Calculated Proposal

Now... she could only look, satisfying her curiosity.

The entire room was designed in a bright yet refined style—spacious with a bold but unpretentious feel. It was elegant, regal, much like him.

After finishing their meal, Daniel quickly tidied up the dishes.

"In the bedroom, I've laid out some clothes for you to change into. You should take a hot bath; it will help with your recovery," he suggested.

He had said this so many times today about what would be good for her health, making Vivian feel like she was fragile, like a porcelain doll, ready to crumble at the slightest touch.

Though she had been soaked by the rain and felt chilled, a hot bath would definitely help.

But she still stood still.

As if sensing her hesitation, Daniel wiped his hands and added, "I'm not staying here tonight."

He was being cautious.

Indeed, as she glanced around the house, she realized there was only one bedroom. That was why she had hesitated earlier; she was just a guest here—how could she ask the host to leave?

"I should go back then. I'm already feeling better, and you…" she started, wanting to downplay the situation.

"Don't force yourself. You're not in any hurry. Take your time," he insisted, his tone firm.

The rain outside was still falling steadily against the glass, the occasional flash of lightning hinting it wouldn't stop anytime soon. She didn't argue further.

When she didn't inspect the bedroom closely earlier, she did so now. The room was enormous, the bedding all black, minimalist, with a cool, detached vibe.

The design was very clever.

The closet was hidden, and when she opened the door, it revealed a massive walk-in closet. She hadn't noticed it until she turned on the lights.

Rows of high-end suits, carefully hung with dust covers, greeted her. Black suits, black pants, white shirts, and black pants were all neatly arranged, as if placed by someone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

She paused and considered the absurdity of it—Daniel cooking in these custom-made, expensive clothes. Somehow, it didn't feel out of place.

Her own clothes were neatly placed next to them. The folds of her undergarments and outerwear were still there, freshly pressed, with fine stitching—the same pieces she usually wore.

As her fingers traced the patterns, a thought unexpectedly crossed her mind.

Did he take care of girls like this often?

Why did he seem so comfortable, so practiced?

Before she could finish that thought, she snapped back, mentally scolding herself, Vivian, are you out of your mind? Even if he's been taking care of fifty-six girls, it has nothing to do with you!

She shook her head, pushing the intrusive thoughts away. When the time comes, just ask how much the clothes cost, pay him back, and consider it like staying at a hotel. No need to think too much about it.

But as she continued going through her clothes, she found two packs of sanitary pads—one day-use, one night-use—perfectly placed. It was the brand she usually used.

If she had been calm before, this discovery made her feel a little awkward.

Her face flushed red, and she could feel the temperature in her body rise again.

She hadn't dared ask before, but when she woke up, her clothes had been changed. Even her underwear had been carefully arranged, as though someone had thoughtfully prepared everything for her.

It couldn't have been Daniel, could it?

Although they had shared a night together years ago, it had been in the dark, and by morning, she had dressed and left immediately. Daniel likely only touched, not fully seen her.

Thinking about this, strange images started flooding her mind, and she felt embarrassed to the point of wanting to hide.

When she collapsed onto the pillow, she realized that it too carried his signature pine-frost scent.

At first, she hadn't noticed, but now, it enveloped her, clinging to her senses, impossible to shake.

But she came to terms with it, telling herself that these small details probably weren't his doing. He had been respectful and cautious since they had reunited—always mindful of boundaries. It must have been someone else who had helped her.

So much had happened these past couple of days, and she hadn't had the chance to properly thank him.

Remembering the scratches on his neck, she decided she should take care of them as a small gesture of gratitude.

She had seen a medical kit beside the closet, stocked with cotton swabs and iodine.

When she went downstairs, Daniel was surprised. "Finished with your bath already?"

"Um... is something wrong?" she asked, her face and neck slightly flushed, her hands behind her back as she hesitated.

Daniel had been heading out but stopped when he saw her stuttering.

"Nothing," he replied.

He knew that Vivian had been avoiding him, keeping her distance. She was guarded, and he wasn't going to press her—he would let her open up when she was ready. No one could wait for her to speak more patiently than he could.

"Then, um…" She hesitated again, her hands twisting behind her back in internal conflict.

Daniel stood, waiting for her to continue.

Vivian couldn't help but wonder if she was overthinking everything.

But when she remembered the injury she had caused him, she figured it wouldn't hurt to offer something in return.

"It's about your neck injury. You should take care of it," she said, quietly but sincerely.

Daniel's voice darkened slightly, "Is this concern for me?"

Vivian's heart skipped a beat, "It's just… you've been bleeding and got caught in the rain. I'm worried about the infection," she added, holding up the medical kit.

Her heartbeat was erratic, like a roller coaster, full of uncertainty.

What if Daniel thought she was being too much?

Daniel didn't respond right away.

"If you don't want to, then forget it," she said, ready to turn and go upstairs.

She had indeed overstepped.

But before she could walk away, Daniel took a quick step forward, blocking her way, his voice urgent, "No, I'm just thinking… should I take a shower first before you help me treat it?"

He was almost rushing now, as if afraid she might change her mind.

Vivian pointed to the couch, "You don't need to shower, just sit there. I'll be quick."

"Okay, I'm not in a rush," Daniel said, though his actions betrayed his words.

He quickly made his way to the couch, sitting with his posture straight, barely moving. Vivian couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

In a way, he looked almost like a well-behaved puppy, waiting for praise.

But she didn't show any of her amusement on her face.

Opening the medical kit, she checked the iodine's expiration date, relieved when she saw it was still good. She twisted off the cap and saw that some of the wounds had already swollen from the rain and showed signs of infection.

She gently dipped a cotton swab into the iodine and carefully applied it to each of the wounds.

"Ah…" Daniel hissed in pain.

Vivian immediately stopped, concerned, "Did I hurt you?"