My Contracted CEO Husband Has Gone Bankrupt

Olive's Boxing Injury

"You play really well," Alonso Fields praised, his voice filled with genuine admiration. He watched as Olive Patton's fingers danced across the piano keys, her skill evident in every note she played. Her music filled the room, creating an enchanting atmosphere that captivated Alonso's heart.Olive turned her head abruptly, revealing a pink-tinted ear. A blush crept onto her cheeks as she basked in Alonso's praise. Her voice carried a hint of pride as she boasted, "Of course, I've won international gold awards for my piano performances.""Mm, impressive," Alonso echoed, his eyes never leaving her. He couldn't help but be drawn to her talent and the passion she poured into her music.Feeling a bit embarrassed by Alonso's sincere praise, Olive stood up from the piano bench and clasped her hands behind her back. She said to Alonso, her voice filled with a mix of shyness and excitement, "Let's go eat. Mrs. White is definitely waiting for us.""Sure," Alonso replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He stood up and extended his hand towards Olive, a silent invitation for her to join him.Looking at the large hand in front of her, Olive hesitated for a moment before slowly placing her hand in his palm. His hand was so big that it completely enveloped hers as he led her out of the music room.Olive took a couple of quick steps to catch up with his pace. As they walked, their intertwined hands swayed slightly, and Olive's heart felt like it was swinging on a swing, gently swaying up and down. The simple act of holding hands sent a rush of warmth and excitement through her veins, making her feel as if she was floating on air.*Olive's excitement disappeared when Alonso took her to the gym after dinner. The grandeur of the mansion was replaced by the smell of sweat and the sound of heavy breathing. At the moment, Olive was walking on the treadmill with a displeased expression. She didn't like exercising or sweating, and the sticky feeling was annoying.Alonso supervised her while practicing his boxing skills. Olive watched as he punched the sandbag, creating one dent after another. She couldn't help but feel a bit scared. Thankfully, Alonso wasn't violent, or else one punch could flatten her.However, boxing seemed more fun than running on the treadmill. The rhythmic thuds of the punches and the intensity of the workout intrigued her.Olive pressed the stop button on the treadmill, and the sound caught Alonso's attention. He thought she was trying to slack off and was about to scold her when Olive spoke in a coquettish tone, trying to lighten the mood."The treadmill isn't fun. I want to try boxing too."Saying that, Olive got off the treadmill and walked over to Alonso. She lightly tapped the sandbag, imagining the coolness and power of Alonso's punches. Suddenly, she felt eager to try it herself."Can you teach me?" Olive looked at Alonso with anticipation, her eyes shining with excitement.Alonso had no objections. After all, it was still exercise, and getting Olive to move was the main goal. Alonso was about to teach her some basic moves when Olive noticed his boxing gloves."I want to wear those too." Olive pointed at the gloves in Alonso's hands, her voice filled with determination.Alonso silently took off his gloves and let Olive put them on. They were a bit too big for her, and he thought about preparing a few pairs of gloves specifically for Olive next time. He wanted to take Olive to the ring to teach her how to throw punches, but Olive, who didn't know her own limits, asked, "Do I not hit the sandbag?""...You can't handle the heavy bag, it's easy to get injured.""It's not going to suddenly come to life and hit me." Olive herself hit the sandbag a few times, making a dull "thud" sound, but the sandbag didn't budge at all.Alonso, seeing her enthusiasm for the sandbag, didn't dampen her spirits and taught her how to punch the sandbag."Don't clench your fist too tightly, keep your arm straight, and make sure the knuckles just touch the sandbag. Remember to keep your wrist straight," Alonso pointed at Olive's wrist, correcting her posture.Following Alonso's guidance, Olive threw a few light punches. She felt good about herself, thinking that her punches looked cool and handsome."Ha!" Olive clenched her fist and gradually increased her strength, but seeing the sandbag remain motionless, she suddenly felt a sense of competitiveness, remembering how the sandbag swung when Alonso punched it.Why couldn't she move it?"Don't use too much force, and don't bend your wrist inward," Alonso reminded her, concern evident in his voice.After a few minutes of punching, Olive felt confident and took a deep breath before delivering a full-force blow."Ah!"The sandbag made a muffled sound, and Olive also let out a cry. She immediately pulled her hand back and held it to her chest, tears welling up in her eyes.Alonso hurriedly grabbed her hand, took off the boxing gloves, and threw them aside. He held her wrist gently, asking, "Did you twist it?""Um... it hurts..." Two teardrops fell from Olive's eyes as she watched her wrist slowly turn red.Alonso wanted to scold her for not listening to his advice about not using too much force, but when he glanced at Olive, her tears were falling more heavily, and he swallowed his words.He couldn't scold her when she was hurt. Her originally fair and delicate wrist was now swollen and red.Olive sat obediently on the training bench, waiting for Alonso to bring a cold compress. She looked at her injured wrist and felt unlucky. Even throwing a few punches caused her to get hurt.When Alonso returned with the ice pack, he saw Olive looking like a withered flower, hanging her head and hugging her hand pitifully, sniffing softly. Her beautiful eyes stared at her wrist, as if blaming it for causing her pain.She looked pitiful and cute, like a cat licking its wound.Alonso suppressed a smile, walked over with a stern face, and carefully applied the cold compress to her hand for more than ten minutes. He watched as the swelling in her wrist subsided a bit, but her fair skin turned red from the cold, and her fingertips turned white.Alonso stroked her icy cold hand and sighed. He couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards Olive, wanting to shield her from any harm.Throughout the night, Olive held her hand carefully, as if it would break if she touched it again. Her swollen wrist was a bit frightening. After helping her wash up, Alonso took out the ice pack and applied it to her wrist.Olive sat at the bedside in her pajamas, with her hair disheveled. Alonso, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the bed, bare-chested, wearing only a pair of shorts. He placed a pillow on his thigh and covered it with a towel, on which Olive rested her hand, with an ice pack pressed against her wrist.Olive sat quietly, and whenever she was injured or sick, it was when she was at her most obedient and dependent on Alonso. This kind of Olive always evoked feelings of pity and tenderness."When will it get better?" Olive muttered in frustration, her voice filled with a mix of impatience and disappointment."If the swelling is still this high tomorrow, we'll go to the hospital," Alonso replied, his voice gentle and reassuring.Olive shook her head, her eyes filled with a hint of stubbornness. "I've seen the doctor multiple times in the past two weeks.""We paid for it," Alonso said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He couldn't help but find Olive's determination endearing."But what can I say? That I injured myself punching a sandbag? It's embarrassing!""...It's not embarrassing.""Well, I feel embarrassed..." Olive grumbled softly, her voice tinged with frustration. Then she started to observe Alonso, who bent over and occasionally checked her wrist. From Olive's perspective, she could only see his prominent nose bridge. His short hair fell softly over his forehead, covering his eyebrows and eyes.Her gaze lingered on his bare upper body, tracing the smooth lines of his muscles. Even when sitting, he appeared tall, like a silent giant.She tilted her head and noticed a few strands of hair sticking up behind Alonso's ear. Without thinking, she reached out to flatten them, accidentally brushing against his ear.Instantly, Alonso looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers. There was a flicker of surprise in his gaze, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a gentle warmth.Olive's hand recoiled in embarrassment. "Your hair was sticking up."Alonso responded with a faint "Hmm," then lowered his head to look at Olive's wrist. He gently enclosed her icy fingertips in his palm, holding her hand to warm it up. The simple act of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through Olive's body, making her heart skip a beat.Seeing his lack of reaction, Olive reached out and touched the ends of his hair, then ran her fingers through his dark locks. His hair was slightly damp, and as Olive continued to stroke his furry head, she felt like she was petting a large dog.She chuckled a few times and then went to pinch Alonso's ear, her voice filled with playfulness. "Your earlobe is so soft."Alonso remained still, allowing her to play with his ear until it was time. He removed the ice pack, wiped Olive's cool and damp hand with a towel, and then took out an elastic bandage, carefully wrapping it around her wrist.Watching him skillfully perform the task, Olive guessed that he must have been injured often from boxing practice. The sight of his hands working with such precision and care made her heart flutter.When Alonso finished tidying up and got into bed, Olive thought that the night was over. However, Alonso suddenly asked her seriously, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and desire, "Are we still doing it tonight?"Olive's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. She stuttered, trying to find the right words to respond to his unexpected question."...?"