My Three Darlings by Anonymous novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214

On the other end of the line, Ethan was so frightened that he almost couldn’t hold his cell phone. “Mr. Valentine, are you… joking?” Eliza who lost her memory, cute!? He recalled the scene where Eliza had strangled him and pressed him against the wall, almost killing him.

This kind of woman…

How could she have anything to do with cuteness? 2 Had Mr. Valentine been beaten until he became silly? Therefore, he took a deep breath and said, “Mr. Valentine, don’t worry. I will find a way to restore Eliza’s memory as soon as possible so that you can get out of the misery earlier!” After that, he directly hung up the phone and rushed into the institute. “Teacher, we have to speed up the progress.” “I think this patient’s husband has a problem after getting beaten!”

Although Eliza had already made up her mind to take good care of Beau and protect him. But it was still a little difficult to actually implement it. Standing at the door of Beau’s study, she hesitated for a long time before knocking on the door. “Beau, are you there?” Beau’s indifferent voice came from inside the door. “Come in.” After taking a deep breath, Eliza carried the tray and carefully opened the door. On the tray in her hand, there was a cup of tea that Graciana had taught her to make. Holding the tray, she slowly walked to Beau and put the cup of tea on the table. “I’ve prepared it for you. Have a try.” He glanced indifferently at the tea that Eliza put on the table and then looked up at her face. “What did you just call me?” Eliza paused. “I called you Beau.” He was sitting on the executive chair as he sighed in disappointment. He brought over the cup of tea and blew on it gently. “You’ve never called my name before.” Eliza’s body trembled slightly. She looked at him puzzledly. “What did I call you before?” If he wasn’t called by his name, then what was he called? Beau? Mr. Valentine? “It’s not Beau, nor is it the Mr. Valentine. It’s an exclusive name no one can simply call out.” He seemed to have guessed what she was thinking. He curled his lips and said blandly. It was a term that others could not just call out… Eliza frowned and thought for a long time. “I used to call you… honey?”   “That’s right.” Beau’s eyes sank as he sipped his tea. A hint of craftiness flashed across his eyes. “You used to call me like this and now you’re calling my name. I’m not used to it.”

Eliza: “…” But if he suddenly asked her to call him ‘honey, she would not be used to it, would she?

But…

She recalled what Graciana had told her this afternoon. What Beau had done for her…

She bit her lip. “Forget it, I’ll call you honey!” It was because she was not reserved before and fell in love with him at first sight. “Hon… Honey.” She bit her lips and stammered, “Is tea I made okay?” “Not bad.” He put down the empty cup gracefully. “Why did you think of making tea for me?” Eliza coughed lightly. “Graciana said that she felt uncomfortable and wanted to make some

tea.”

“I saw her making tea, so I learned it from her.” “She said that the taste of the tea is not good, so…” Beau’s face suddenly turned green. “Did she give it to him because it didn’t taste good?” “Luckily, you like it!” Eliza took a deep breath. “I told Garciana that not everyone is as narrow minded as Graciana!” He was about to reprimand her but he swallowed his words. He raised his lips. “Whatever you make is good.” When he said this, his eyes were shining with tenderness. Such deep affection and tenderness in his eyes coupled with his low, magnetic voice… For a split second, Eliza felt as if her heart had been struck. Her face inexplicably turned red, and her heart began to beat wildly. She bit her lips, afraid that he would see her shyness, she quickly picked up the empty teacup and the tray. “I… I’m going downstairs!” After that, she quickly walked out of the room. But probably because she was too nervous, she tripped and fell down hard on the ground. In a blink of an eye, Beau dashed over and tried to hug her to save her. However, just as she was about to fall… Eliza unexpectedly used her solid martial arts skills to support her body with her arms. Then, with a kip-up, she stood up. However, even though Eliza did not fall, the tray and cup in her hand flew out. With a “bang”, the broken pieces of the teacup flew everywhere. Beau’s hand, which wanted to save the damsel in distress, stopped in midair. Eliza looked at the distant piece of porcelain and hurriedly walked over, wanting to pick it up. But she didn’t expect that when she picked up the seemingly harmless porcelain chip, she

would cut herself in her hand.

“Put it down!” Seeing the blood on her fingertips, he frowned and pulled her up with his left hand. He pulled her, pressed her down on the couch, and then turned around to look for the first aid kit. “Children like Demarion and Liliana knows that you can’t pick up the porcelain pieces casually. You’ve grown so old already and yet you don’t know?” There was reproach in Beau’s voice. “Or is it because of your amnesia that you forgot common sense?” The pain at her fingertips and the blame from him caused Eliza’s nose to irritate slightly. She bit her lips and stared at his back. “I thought I have rough skin and thick flesh so I wouldn’t be hurt.” “Rough skin and thick flesh?” Beau narrowed his eyes. She recalled the time when they were just married. At that time, she was still a small martial arts substitute. She got hurt in the set during the day and went home to apply ointment at night. Every time he asked, she smiled and told him that she was not injured. Now, hearing this word again… He shook his head in resignation, carried the first-aid kit to her and said, “Who said you have rough skin and thick flesh?” He used his uninjured hand to take out the disinfectant from the first-aid kit, and handed it to her. “Take care of it yourself.” Eliza bit her lips, and only then did she notice Beau’s hand wrapped in bandages. “Your hand…” She sniffed and said in a muffled voice, “Graciana said…” “You were injured because you protected me?” Beau paused for a moment, then smiled and said, “It’s not serious. I’ll recover soon.” “It’s just not convenient for the time being.” Eliza lowered her head and remained silent for a moment. In fact, from the thickness of his bandage, she knew that his hand must be seriously injured. 2 But he was so easygoing… After a while, she looked up. “Do you apply medicine to your hand every day?” Beau nodded. Eliza took a deep breath and, as if she had made up her mind, reached out with both hands to grab his injured right hand and began to open the bandages around his hand. “Can I… have a look?”