Luke woke up because of the feeling of a soft hand touching his back. The thin fingers applied a cold, smooth liquid on his wounds.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and it took him minutes before he could adjust to the light. Blinking his eyes a few times, Luke squinted at the woman tending to him. Her features were blurry because he couldn't concentrate due to the pain.
He liked her touch. It wasn't bad.
He captured the delicate hand, stopping the lady from touching him.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a husky voice.
"Don't move, you'll aggravate your wound," Summer replied while tenderly pushing him. "Relax. If you move, your wounds will open."
"Leave," Luke said in a small voice when he realized it was Summer. He wanted to shout at her, but the pain made him feel powerless. It was so sharp and bone piercing.
Summer said in a stern voice, "Why did you refuse the pain medication? You should take it to relieve the pain."
Luke scoffed and immediately moaned in suffering because he moved a bit. Every bit of movement sapped his willpower to remain conscious.
"I...don't want...it." Gripping the sheets, Luke bore the ache like a champ.
"Are you a masochist?" A trace of sadness laced Summer's tone. It wasn't noticeable to those people who didn't know her well.
Summer closed her eyes, steeling herself and stopping her tears from dripping. Crying was the last thing she wanted to do in front of Luke.
"You did wrong this time, Luke," she added.
"When did I do something right?" Luke retorted. "I did nothing correctly."
"Why don't you just do what grandfather wants?" Summer emotionally asked. Her heart's in turmoil. Was it so bad to marry her, and Luke couldn't stomach it?
"What he wants? To marry you?" Despite the bone-wrenching pain, Luke pushed Summer away and leaned on his palms. He tried to raise his body but ended up falling again.
"Fuck!!!" he shouted in anger and pain.
"Why don't you just marry me?" Summer asked in a small voice. "What don't you like about me?"
"Everything!" Luke coldly answered. "I don't understand why you're okay with me. I'm the black sheep, Summer. I'm not good at anything!"
"You're Summer White, daughter to Adrian White and Autumn Hamilton. Adrian is a very rich oil mogul, and your Mom is a Hamilton. You hold power in the palm of your hands, Summer," Luke added, feeling tired.
"I want to marry you because you're Luke!" Summer yelled, face red in anger and pain. "I don't get it, you were not like this before!"
"I've always been like this, Summer," Luke sarcastically replied, his lips curved in a sad smile. "You got me confused with someone else. Leave."
"You changed, Luke, but I'm not giving up. I've made up my mind that you're the one I want to marry," Summer vowed, raising her chin.
"Leave, I don't need you here, Summer." Luke expressionlessly said. He called the servants, "Maids!"
The maids rushed inside, staring at the floor.
Luke ordered, "Bring Ms. White out."
The maids stared at Luke with wide eyes and glanced at Summer. They looked conflicted. How could they possibly drag her out?
She was so kind and nice to them. Also, she was an esteemed guest of the Head.
"You don't have to make things difficult for them," Summer replied. "I'm leaving, but I'll come back. Have the doctor bring you the pain reliever."
Summer walked out with poise and confidence. The maids couldn't help but stare at the stunning lady, and they didn't get why their Young Master didn't like her.
Summer was nice and beautiful. She treated them well and politely talked to them.
Her sky-blue eyes were clearer than the cloudless sky, pure and unique. Her black hair was as black as night, a wonderful contrast against her snow-white skin.
Her face was so small, they could cover it with their palm. Summer was svelte and short. Her height wasn't that tall, and it earned her the nickname pocket-sized Venus.
They heard that Summer's suitors were Young Masters' from different, powerful families, but she only had eyes for their Young Master.
In their hearts, Luke was so fortunate. It was heartbreaking because he didn't seem to like the pretty lady.
"What are you looking at?" Luke threw a pillow at them and groaned in pain. They hurriedly rushed out, wishing that he gets well soon so he could leave the mansion.