Only you in my love

Chapter 831 Care for Her

Tim's expression darkened immediately. He clamped onto Victor's shoulder with his big hand,

squeezing him hard. "Who allowed you to get this? Don't you know my rules?"

"No, no! It's not what you think!" Victor winced in pain, biting his lip to stop himself from wailing. "Mr.

Shen, you misunderstand!"

Tim loosened his grip, waiting impatiently for Victor to explain himself.

Victor explained hastily. "It's a kind of incense that helps relieve the pressure off people! It can cure

insomnia. An old Chinese doctor told me the formula, and it took me forever to get my hands on all the

ingredients.

You truly misunderstood me, Mr. Shen. I would never touch those illegal things."

Tim finally let go of his shoulder. He didn't want Victor to start groveling at his feet.

"Incense?" he asked with a frown.

"Yes!" Victor perked up. "I was going to give it to Amy, since she's been suffering from insomnia

recently and has been hot-tempered. She's been so irritable that she doesn't want to see me, so I want

to give her this to cure her insomnia."

Victor's eyes brightened. "Mr. Shen, I tried it last night and it really works! I slept so well—"

"Like a pig?" Tim interrupted flatly.

Victor was speechless.

'Damn it! How could I reply to a snarky comment like that?' But his point was, the incense truly worked.

The alarm he had set for this morning almost blew up his phone, yet he slept through it like a baby.

"Well, Mr. Shen, just tell me if you want it or not," Victor said huffily.

As soon as Tim reached out to take the entire box, Victor took a swift step backwards.

"Well, Mr. Shen, I'm willing to give you a piece. After all, I'm going to give it to Amy."

Tim frowned slightly.

Victor began to study each piece of incense in the gift box meticulously. Finally, his fingers stopped and

picked one up and he gently placed on the palm of Tim's hand.

"Here. This is the biggest piece. I'm giving it to you."

Hearing Victor's words, Tim was stunned. He then watched wordlessly as Victor ceremoniously closed

the box again, patting the dust off it as if though it was treasure. Then he slipped it back into his pocket.

Tim had thought Victor would give him the smallest one, but the opposite happened.

Tim didn't know how Victor managed to choose the largest piece, since all the pieces looked the same

to him.

His heart still softened at the idea that Victor was so generous to him.

He smiled, albeit imperceptibly.

Seeing that Victor was about to hail a taxi, he frowned and said, "Why aren't you driving? Did you think

the car I gave you is too cheap?"

"Of course not, Mr. Shen. The car you gave me is great and eye-catching, but Amy is different. As Mr.

Shi's bodyguard, she's seen many good things already." Victor paused with dramatic flair. "I did it on

purpose.

Think about it, Mr. Shen. I'm taking a taxi in the winter, and I open the window and let the wind blow my

on face, turning my nose red and messing up my hair. Then, I'll run to her with the box of incense,

looking like a hot mess. Won't I look pitiful?

Of course I will! And what about Amy? I'm sure she would feel sorry for me. She might just let me in!"

'So, this was all just part of Victor's elaborate plan, ' Tim thought to himself.

"Once you start to care about someone, it means that you have fallen for them." Victor recalled the past

with nostalgia. "Three years ago, Amy beat me up and had me put in a hospital. While I was there, I

saw her sitting alone in the corridor expressionlessly, while waiting for her blood infusion to be over.

I secretly snapped a photo of her on my phone, and just as I was about to strike up a conversation with

her, Mr. Shi summoned her. Amy just answered 'yes' and pulled the needle out and left. I was shocked.

A woman more reckless than me?

She just pressed her palm against the wound to stop the blood from flowing out as she walked. Even

though her lips were pale, she didn't frown or complain. In that moment, I felt quite sorry for her."

The winter wind blew at Victor's face. His nose was already red, even before his elaborate plan was

taken into action.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He turned around and smiled at Tim, his eyes gleaming sentimentally.

It reminded Tim of time he first saw Victor. In a dark alley, Victor was holding a steel pipe he had used

to beat up a group of people, his blood-stained hands still trembling.

That night, Victor's eyes were as dead and dark as that alley. Tim felt that Victor was just like him—the

light had gone out in their eyes. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

So he took on Victor as his follower.

Obviously, this young man was more resilient than him, because the light in his eyes gradually

returned.

Tim, however, didn't even dare to touch the shining light beside him.

Victor seemed to have guessed what was on Tim's mind because he suddenly said, "Mr. Shen, you

should learn how to put on a pitiful look in front of women. Anyway, it's too late for that now. Wish me

luck and hope that I win Amy's heart!"

Tim smiled. "I hope you win Amy over as soon as possible."

"It's rare for you to smile at me, Mr. Shen. I'll take it as a good omen!" Victor hailed the next taxi and

gave the driver the address of the Time Group.

The green taxi swam past the sea of black, white, and gray cars like an agile, colorful fish.

After getting back in the car, Tim lit the incense and set it carefully on the dashboard. Then, he got out

of the car again and waited around ten minutes before opening the door of the passenger seat. He

swaddled Michelle with his coat and carried her up the stairs.

As Victor promised, the incense worked wondered and Michelle didn't even stir as he carried her.

He bent down and put gently placed her in the middle of the big black bed, which made Michelle's fair

face seem even fairer.

Her thick orange scarf peeked out from under his coat, adding a touch of color to the otherwise bleak

room.

The sleeping Michelle reminded him of the colorful fruity candy he yearned for when he was a child.

Ever since he could remember, he never got what he wanted. But things were different now.

Just as he was about to kiss the woman in the bed, her phone started to ring.

Annoyed, Tim quickly reached for her phone and glanced at the caller ID. Seeing Leon's name

plastered on the screen made him even more irritable.

His first instinct was to hang up on him.

Just as his thumb was about to touch the screen, he stopped. A naughty idea occurred to him.

He slid the answer key.

"Michelle, is it morning over there? Are you at work? How were you able to answer my call?" From the

sound of his voice, Tim could tell Leon was smiling brightly.

Taking one look at Michelle, who was sleeping soundly in his bed, a smile played at the corners of

Tim's mouth.

"Well? Why aren't you saying anything? Is it inconvenient to talk? I can call back later, if you want,"

Leon asked worriedly, waiting for her response.

Instead of Michelle's, he heard a calm, masculine voice. "She's asleep, it's not convenient for her to

come to the phone right now," Tim said.

The person on the other end of the line fell silent, like the calm before the storm.