After they got in the car, Calista was about to lower her head to look at her ankle when Jordan bent down and grabbed her calf. She was enveloped by a strange scent. His long fingers pressed lightly around her swollen ankle, and Calista winced in pain, instinctively trying to pull her foot back. Jordan held her tight, lifted his head, and his gaze fell on Calista's tightly furrowed brow due to the pain.There seemed to be some intense emotion in his eyes, but when he looked at her, he returned to his usual self."Don't move." His hoarse voice was low and gentle. Jordan took off her shoes and gently rotated her foot. "Does it hurt?" Calista assessed it carefully. "It's not too bad." "No bone damage, but soft tissue bruising. You'll need to rest for at least a month." Jordan thought about how she had been hopping around just moments ago, and he welled up in anger. He couldn't control his temper for a moment and yelled, "You can't walk for at least a month." Calista
Calista was so embarrassed that she couldn't look Paul in the face. She glanced past his shoulder and glared at Jordan.She wasn't Paul's responsibility. Why should he be first in line to save her? To think Jordan had the nerve to accuse Paul of being too slow to act.He wasn't a bodyguard she hired to keep an eye on her all the time to make sure she never got hurt."How do you know Paul never arrived on time whenever I got hurt? This is the first time I've been injured since we met, Mr. Lancaster," Calista said.She wanted to see how Jordan was going to explain this."My enemies are the Northwoods. What's wrong with me getting to know my competition? I know how many times Ms. Everhart has been hurt and in what circumstances. I even know when your housemaid arrives for work and when she gets off." Jordan seemed proud."At least I don't sit back and watch the person I love being pushed around," Paul said.Jordan fell silent. The phrase sounded oddly familiar. He gave it some th
After Paul left with Calista in his arms, Jordan and Kyros also left the outpatient clinic. The cowering Simon trailed after them.Kyros was throwing Jordan wronged looks. From his perspective, all he could make out were the man's cold and stern profile along with his prominent nose bridge."What's wrong, Jordan? Are you upset because of what happened with Ms. Everhart? Are you …?"He pursed his lips. A cold glint flashed in his eyes while Jordan wasn't paying attention. But, his innocent mask quickly slipped back into place."Are you jealous of Mr. Baker?"Jordan stopped in his tracks and turned to scrutinize Kyros."Are you in love with Calista Everhart? Why do you keep prying into my relationship with her?"Kyros was rendered speechless. That was certainly not the case. He was about to explain when Jordan cut him off."I know you might be interested in older women because you lacked maternal affection as a child. But, listen to me. This isn't right. If you can't distinguish
It was common practice to chat someone up and hook up in bars. If she had approached anyone else, they would either refuse or agree to the offer.But, Kyros was a severe germaphobe. He disliked having others touch him.He glared at the enchanting woman in his arms. He wasn't charmed at all. All he felt was filth covering his entire body. His once cheerful mood was now replaced by utter misery. He suddenly stood up.The woman swiftly clung to his neck. There was a shy look on her face. "There's no need to be so rude, sir. I was …""You fucking whore. You're going behind my back and hooking up with other men?" A voice drowned out the deafening music in the bar. "And, with an immature brat like him? I'm going to show you who's a better man between the two of us!"Kyros turned to explain, but he was met with a punch to the face.The assailant was burly. It was obvious from a glance that he was a professional fighter. The punch landed solidly on Kyros' face and nearly knocked hi
Timothy wasn't alone. Sitting across from him was a man in his early twenties. He had brown hair. Over-ear headphones were hanging around his neck.He was dressed in a sweatshirt and a baseball jacket over top. His jeans completed the look. He was clothed like an energetic young man.It was Yara's unreliable younger brother who was always in the hole. With the way he bowed his head and wagged his tail at Timothy, he'd be the definition of a dumb dog if he stuck out his tongue.Yara rolled up her sleeves and approached the duo."Jamie, aren't you supposed to be at school? What are you doing here?"Jamie was in the middle of discussing his plans to transfer to the law department. After almost being sent to jail by that scumbag, he realized that violence wasn't going to be enough.He had to understand the law. He needed to know how to make the law his weapon to send his bullies behind bars. Otherwise, he'd end up in prison himself.He was deeply engrossed in the conversation when h
Yara rolled her eyes at Jamie."Hurry back to school and attend your class, or I'll break your legs myself."Then, she turned to Calista."Are you ready to go?"Calista had rushed over the moment she received a call from Paul. She hadn't yet had dinner.It was only now that Jamie noticed that Calista was in a wheelchair. He had been entirely focused on his sister's show of tyranny."What happened to your foot, Calista?""I sprained it," Calista said.She turned to Timothy."Have a nice day, Mr. Howard."Timothy nodded."We know they've set a trap. There's no guarantee they won't tamper with electronic devices. If we need to discuss anything related to this, try to do it in person.“As a lawyer, he'd seen his fair share of dirty tricks. Calista recalled having discussed the possibility of Jordan being Lucian over the phone with Henry.Yara had planned to cook at first. But, with Calista's injured foot, going out became inconvenient. Since they were already outdoors, they de
Calista noticed Yara's peculiarity and asked, "What's wrong?"Yara flipped the phone screen over and showed her what was on screen."It's Jordan. You must've accidentally dialed his number just now."Calista was at a loss for words. She and Jordan hadn't exchanged numbers. She had asked David to send her the number two days ago.She intended to discuss the tender with him again. But, Henry stopped her.The call had already connected. The man's cold and indifferent voice came through the receiver, saying, "What is it?"The room was deathly quiet in the wee hours of the morning. Despite the call not being put on speakers, they could hear his every word.Just as Calista was about to reach for her phone, Yara pulled away and said nervously, "Oh no, you're bleeding."Then, she hung up the call. Everything happened so quickly that Calista had barely any time to react."I'm bleeding?"She hadn't taken a severe fall. Had she been so high-strung that she failed to notice?"From your
Calista had stayed up all night. The scrambled eggs and roasted tomatoes at five in the morning were simply heavenly.The vibrant red tomatoes paired with the golden eggs, topped with chopped chives. It was an aromatic delight."Who knows? Maybe the interns will have to cough up money to work," Calista said as she tried to get the fluffy eggs to cool down.Yara scoffed."Who keeps coming up with these ideas? They make farmers drive out to the countryside to farm in the morning, and then return to the city at night. They can afford properties and cars in the city without worrying about the cost of fuel. Are they still considered farmers? That's a rich man enjoying life. Have they even noticed how high the oil prices have risen? They expect people to rent out their surplus of houses when they have no money. Even if they don't have money, they still have properties. Did someone leave these houses to them in their wills?""Did these people go insane from eating all that processed food