Chapter 541: Destruction Is Also a Kind of Love

Lily doesn't know how many times she has woken up in a daze. She is tied up by a thick rope as her
body is fixed to the back seat of the car, and her mouth is also sealed by a black plastic strip. She jolts
along the way. Just when she feels that she is about to die, the car stops.

The car door is opened and fresh air pours in. She wants to breathe. Only her nose is not covered. She
feels very aggrieved.

Before she can raise her head to look outside, a huge hood suddenly covers her head. Her eyes
instantly fall into darkness, and not even a single ray of light can penetrate.

She is struggling.

Ignoring her voice, the two men brutally pull her out of the car. They take her arms and lift her up with a
little strength.

From time to time, there are stones that are protruding, tripping under her feet. Lily can't see the road,
and her feet are almost in the air. Every time she trips, her heart thumps.

After walking for some time, she hears the sound of the door opening in front of her. Then, she is
loosened and pushed out by someone. She kneels down with a flop, causing her knee bones to go
numb.

Because she cannot see anything, so she is exceptionally sensitive. She can feel someone walking
towards her, even though the footsteps are very slight.

Lily holds her breath. In the next second, the cover on her head is removed. The bright light shines on
her face. She forcefully endures the discomfort and fear as she opens her eyes. The man is half-
crouching in front of her, looking at her with a wicked smile.

"Are you afraid?"



There is no concern in these words, and it is more like a shock.

Lily frowns. She looks at her surroundings vigilantly. Compared to the previous villa, the air here is
humid. It is either near the sea or deep in the mountains and forests.

The whole house is wooden. Even the tables and chairs are made of wood. The roof is triangular and
the lights are embedded on the wooden walls. It is very local.

This unfamiliar environment makes Lily uncomfortable, "Why does you bring me here?"

Hawk raises his eyebrows and approaches her. Seeing her dodge in panic, he stretches out his hand to
hold the woman's thin waist. He looks at her red wrist. He takes out a small knife from his waist.

Lily is shocked, "You, you..."

Hawk is calm as he passes the tip of the knife towards her wrist. When the cold knife touches her skin,
Lily closes her eyes in fright. But the pain in her imagination does not come. Instead, her wrist is
released.

She watches the man break the rope on her body and does not dare to move.

"Do you think I will kill you?" Hawk puts away the knife again and picks her up at the same time. "If I
want to do it, I will not wait until now to kill you."

The injuries on Lily's body that he had caused last time are not completely healed. At this moment, she
immediately feels a wave of dizziness due to a fever.

She shakes her head to overcome this discomfort. She isn’t stronger than them, so she feels even
more uncomfortable.



She tenses up and there is something wrong with her brain, causing her temples to ache. Apart from
the pain, her body is also itching. Her clothes are sticking to her skin because of sweat and moisture,
and the wound on her neck is even stuffy with her chest.

Hawk does not notice her unusual behavior. When he lets go of her, Lily only stands for a few seconds
before falling to the ground again.

Seeing her falling, he quickly catches her, and she goes faint.

Ten minutes later, a doctor carries a medicine chest into another room connected to the room. It is a
spacious bed. Lily's face is pale and cold sweat is on her forehead.

Hawk sits on a chair beside the bed and he stares at the doctor ever since he comes in, making his
heart beat fast.

The doctor doesn't dare to neglect. He hurriedly goes forward to check. He first listens to the
audiometer and then tests the temperature. "She has a fever, and it's about 39 degrees. It's probably
due to inflammation caused by the wound. I need to check how the wound is recovering."

Hawk nods, but when he sees the doctor take off her clothes, he frowns. He gets up and walks to the
side of the bed. He grabs his hand and says, "What are you doing?"

Although the doctor is his partner, he is not in the front line. Even if he only clenches his hands slightly,
the doctor will still tremble in pain. "I, I want to see the patient's wound."

Hawk looks at Lily, who is still unconscious, and walks straight to the bedside. "I'll do it."

He has slept with some women before. Most of them are love affairs. For him, women, to some extent,
are objects, and he has never put unnecessary emotions into it, let alone tenderness and attendance.
Now, he has to gently remove a woman's clothes, but he cannot control his hands.



With great difficulty, he unties her clothes and pulls her collar to the side, revealing only the traces of
wound for the doctor to see.

"Indeed, it's not good yet. The weather is quite hot now. If you don't apply the medicine in time, it won't
help her recover. You must pay attention to the ventilation and dissipation of her wound." The doctor
takes out a bottle of medicine from the medicine chest and dispenses it on the spot. "It's not serious
yet. Give her some antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs and she'll be fine tonight."

The cold needle stabs into the vein on the back of her hand. When he sees the blood return, he puts
down the drip switch. Hawk pulls the quilt beside to block her body. After the doctor leaves, he lifts the
quilt again, revealing the wound.

He suddenly asks Bagot behind him, "Is there a fan?"

They are in a place deep in the mountains and forests, and there is a coiled river beside. The wooden
house is built on the bottom of the water and is suspended in the air by a few pillars. Except batteries,
there are no electrical circuits at all, let alone air conditioners.

Bagot is shocked for a moment, and then remembers the small fan that uses batteries, "Yes."

"Bring me one."

Bagot is even more confused. Hawk has lived in such an environment since he is young, so he is
naturally very familiar with this place. Even in the hot summer, he only takes off his clothes and soaks
in the river. Why does he need to an electric fan?

Bagot glances at Lily who is lying on the bed and suddenly understands. His lips purses tightly and he
says, "Hawk, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."



"You don't have to take care of her. She's just our hostage." Bagot remembers that when he mentions
Lily before, he is not like this, "Don't tell me you have Stockholm syndrome, too!"

"Bagot!" Hawk shouts and stares at him. Although he is smiling, he is exceptionally domineering. "How
dare you tell me how to do things?"

Bagot is frightened. His cheeks slightly twitch because he clenches his teeth. After pondering for a few
seconds, he looks down and says, "Sorry, I don’t mean anything else. I am just worried about you."

"What are you worried about?" Hawk walks up to him and says, "Are you worried I'm in love with her?"

"No!" Bagot firmly denies. Although he has indeed flashed through such a thought just now, Hawk is
still Hawk. He knows how ruthless he is. How can he fall in love with a woman?

He definitely won't, so Bagot subconsciously denies it.

Hawk does not soften his face because of his words. He puts his hand on Bagot's shoulder. He
presses it heavily twice with a serious look and he says, "People like us have no love for a long time. I
just don't want her to die too quickly."

Bagot bends down at almost 90 degrees. "Sorry, I'll ask someone to bring it over immediately."

Hawk looks at Bagot's back as he leaves. He turns around and looks at the woman on the bed behind
him.

Love?

He sneers coldly. If destruction is a kind of love, he can give it to her.


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