Novel Square
Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Chapter 34 Surprised? I Know Martial Arts
Sean filled the wooden tub with icy cold water before getting in. With his legs curled up, he submerged his entire body, including his head, into the water.
There was not enough to submerge every inch of himself in the water, and the chill did not chase away the heat at all. Instead, the heat kept building in him.
With a loud splash, he emerged from the water and went downstairs, dressed only in a towel and a pair of slippers.
He had not needed that much sleep since he was in his thirties.
In the living room downstairs, Jason was happily laughing at the show playing on his tablet.
When he suddenly heard footsteps echoing in the hallway, he curiously looked up to find Sean angrily stomping down the stairs while covered only by a single towel.
The frustrated expression on Sean’s face shocked him. “Mr. Sean, you
Sean shot him a deathly glare that immediately made him shut up.
Oh, dear.
…
That glare was so scary. It felt like Sean was going to kill him.
Too scared to utter a single sound, Jason curled up in a ball and looked away from Sean.
After a series of bangs and crashes, he sensed Sean walking toward him. He
carefully raised his head and silently looked up to see Sean holding a metal bucket filled with ice cubes.
Ice … cubes?
His eyes widened, and he promptly ran away with his tablet.
Oh, no! He had doomed Sean!
Claire slept soundly that night.
When she woke up in the morning, she touched her forehead to find that her fever had subsided and her cold was cured.
Peeling back the blanket, she found Sean huddled up in the lounge: She frowned and walked toward him.
“Sir.”
When he did not respond to her call, she gently nudged him. “Sir? Are you okay?”
He merely scowled. It was then that she realized his face was unnaturally flushed with a fever.
She placed her hand on his forehead, but quickly withdrew it when she felt the scorching heat of his skin. “It feels so hot!”
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he grabbed her arms. In one quick move,
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he pinned her to the lounge.
Something raged inside his eyes. His lips felt so very dry. Still, he did his best to hold the feelings back. As he gazed deep into her clear eyes, he hoarsely asked, “In what way am I hot?”
The position they were in felt so very wrong and sensual.
She blushed and did her best to push him away, but his arms were clamped so hard down on her shoulders that she could not do so.
She angrily glared at him and said, “I meant you have a fever.”
Sean was not burning up with a fever. It was all because of the soup from last night that tormented him all night long. The heat never left him, no matter how long he submerged himself in ice.
With his prey within his reach, his eyes grew deeper and darker. He was like a dangerous leopard staring at its prey.
Her lips were as delicate and pink as cherry blossoms while her rosy cheeks looked like a delicious cherry cake. As his throat rolled sensually, he suddenly leaned down.
There was a loud bang as she slapped him on the back of his head just as his face was inches away from hers.
His vision turned black, and he collapsed on top of her.
“You’re heavy!”
She kicked him off of her and sat up while rubbing her wrists.
Staring at the man lying unconscious on the ground, she smirked. “How was it? Surprised? I know martial arts!”
When she dislocated Elena’s shoulder last night, she was going to set it
back. However, Sean had called a doctor over to handle it for her.
While it was a different method, the results were the same.
Sean did not do anything to her last night in the bathroom, so why would he
Something was wrong!
Claire rubbed her chin as she knelt down to turn him over and check his pulse.
Oh
His heart was pounding hard. He was not burning up from a fever. He was
She rolled her eyes in exasperation before heading downstairs to talk to Jason.
“Ja …
She suddenly recalled what she was asked to call him, but she could not call him by his first name. Hence, she settled for “Mr. Vanderson”.
Jason looked at her with kind eyes. “What do you need, Miss Donovan?”
“Nothing much. Could you please get me a pen and some paper?”
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He soon handed her the items, placed neatly on the wooden table.
She knelt down by the table and scribbled out a list of herbs.
Once she was done, she handed the paper to Jason. “Someone drugged Sean last night. It’s so bad that he’s still suffering from it. Follow this recipe.
I’ve written down everything you need to know. He’ll feel better an hour after drinking it.”
Drugged/…?
Jason/felt a chill run down his back. He was the culprit!
He could not look her in the eye and muttered as he accepted the piece of paper, “Alright, I understand. Thank you, Miss Donovan.”
“It’s nothing.”
When she left the room, she changed back into her own clothes. Hence, she dusted off her pants and waved to Jason. “Go on and take care of him, Mr. Vanderson. I’m leaving now.”
“Huh?” Jason panicked and hurriedly walked over. “Miss Donovan, why don’t you stay for lunch?”
She had made up her mind, however, and happily walked to the door with her bag. “It’s fine. I have stuff to do. Once Sean wakes up, thank him for me.”
Jason felt like slapping himself as he watched her leave.
Look at what he did!
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Sean must not have done anything. Otherwise, the effects of the soup would not have lasted all night. If Sean woke up and found that Claire was already gone, Jason would be dead!
He only snapped back to his senses and chased after her once she vanished from view.
Claire had not even stepped out of the main gates when a Range Rover pulled up beside her. Jason pushed open the passenger’s seat door and called out to her, “Let me give you a ride, Miss Donovan.”
Afraid she would refuse, he added, “I am heading out to grab some medicine for Mr. Sean, after all.”
As taxis were not commonly found around the area, she got into a car.
Jason was an experienced driver and drove smoothly. When Claire recalled how she had knocked out Sean in one hit that morning, she could not resist laughing out loud.
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