Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 431

Chapter 431

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After carefully feeding Zinnia every bite, Yannis turned on the fan to clear out the food smells in the room. Then he grabbed the tablet and pulled up a TV show for her.

Zinnia had slept all day and was wide awake now. She glanced at the drama on the screen and noticed Yannis was still there, his laptop open on the desk.

She checked the time–it was already past 10. “I’m good now. Why don’t you go get some rest?” she said softly.

“Not in a hurry.” Yannis walked to the desk to tackle the mountain of work. He’d spent all day with Zinnia, and company matters had piled up–no way he wasn’t swamped.

He glanced back at Zinnia, who was wide–eyed and full of energy. Figuring she wasn’t going to fall asleep anytime soon, he settled into the desk chair.

“If you’re busy, you don’t have to stay,” Zinnia said.

Yannis turned to her. “You little heartbreaker, using me then tossing me aside, huh?”

His teasing accusation left Zinnia pretty awkward. “I just don’t want you to wear yourself out,” she said seriously.

A smile tugged at Yannis‘ lips. “I appreciate the concern, but I’m staying put.”

Zinnia blinked, confused. ‘Staying put? Is he gonna crash here for the night?‘

“Are you sure it’s okay if I leave? You haven’t fully regained your strength yet,” Yannis said, glancing at her

hands.

weak for days. Plus, there was also a 1.5- inch gash

her draining herself like that in just a few hours still pissed him off. God knew how much blood she’d lost. Her

didn’t have much strength left, and she could barely pick up her phone. She turned to Yannis, dead serious. “You’re an angel. I promise I’ll pay

waiting for your payback,” Yannis smiled faintly. His deep eyes lingered on her, a subtle glint flickering in

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and the steady click- clack of Yannis’s keyboard. Every now and then, she’d catch snippets like “microchips” and “invisible trackers“-terms that made

a call, Zinnia

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needed to use the bathroom. After all,

mushroom soup;

the covers. At least her legs worked–if they’d been weak

asked a doctor to help her change into. The soft

moment her feet hit the carpet, a jolt of pain shot through her knees. Yesterday, she’d spent

reduce the swelling, but the damage was clear. On her tender

off the ground. Her arms reflexively reached for Yannis’s neck, but soon they

through Yannis’s earpiece. Realizing he was on a call, she clamped

He ended the call with his free hand, then pulled her firmly

down, worry in his eyes. “What’s happening? Why did you try to get up? You should’ve called me if you

the call when he glanced over–only to see her teetering on the edge of the bed. His heart

turning red. No matter how bold she

and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, worried she

silent, he grew anxious. “Are you feeling sick? I’ll call the doctor right

concern in his eyes, Zinnia dropped her head, bit her lip, and mumbled, “I… I