All Chapters of You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone: Chapter 551 - Chapter 560

Timothy intentionally provoked her."Go ahead. I don't mind.""I think you're just talking out of your ass."Yara stared at the man who was well within striking distance. Her voice grew softer with every word. A man who could bring others to heel in the courtroom had no trouble overwhelming her with his presence alone. Yara pushed him back."Can you back off?"There was still distance between them while she was still sitting down. But now that she had gotten to her feet, there was barely any space between them. She could barely catch her breath. The last thing she wanted was for her breath to brush his face. Timothy raised a brow."Does standing close affect your ability to speak?""Yeah, what if you …"Her words trailed off under his intense gaze before she backpedaled."What if my breath stinks? I don't want to be a bother, sir."Timothy lowered himself and inched closer. It was as if he wanted to kiss her. Puffs of air caressed her cheeks. Startled, Yara stared at him

Yara grew more livid with every word. Was Timothy some kind of donkey that refused to listen to reason? No matter how she protested, he was adamant about not allowing her to leave. Although she had protested very hard, it failed.Amid their stalemate, she ended up spending the night on the couch in his office. If she was going to suffer, she wasn't going to make the arrangement pleasant for either of them. Since the office had no separate break rooms, she took up the only three-person couch. With nowhere for the man to sleep, he spent the night going through documents.Yara could barely hide her triumphant expression as she watched Timothy. If it was a fight he wanted, she was going to beat him at his game.The man remained unperturbed. Safe for the faint circles around his under eyes, no one would've been able to tell that he had stayed up all night. He was speaking to Lucian about the Lancaster Group's illegal fundraising activities. With how lively he seemed, he didn't look

Lucian's severe expression worried Calista. She set the container aside and pulled the curtains shut."What's wrong? Does your leg hurt?"He suffered from a broken leg. His left calf was in a particularly severe state. It was a comminuted fracture that put him in a cast. A few of his ribs were cracked too."Yeah," he replied.When Calista reached out to touch it, it was hard to the touch. She wasn't a professional. She was unsure if the pain was normal after surgery."I'll call for a doctor to check on you …"She reached for the call bell by his bedside. But, before she could touch it, Lucian grabbed her by her waist. He rested his palm against her lower back and pulled her close.She was worried about accidentally falling on him and making his injuries worse. So, when she noticed what Lucian was trying to do, she went along with it and sat down at the edge of the bed. The man held her by her wrist rather than her hand. Calista had welts on her hand. They weren't deep and had

The wheelchair-bound man looked up at Calista. The lights above him reflected in his dark pupils. Gone was the ferocity in his eyes. Lucian had a bandage around his head with bloodstains down his neck. His leg was also in a cast. The sight presented an image of suffering. Calista wasn't angry to begin with. Even if she were, seeing him in this state would only tamp her anger."I'm not angry."Lucian raised a brow."Really? But you haven't spoken to me for over an hour."He was taken aback at first. Then, a wave of grievance crashed over him. His emotions were on full display, making it easy to grasp his current state of mind.He was a person who could smoothly navigate the business field full of scheming men. How could he openly express his emotions? It had nothing to do with who he was speaking to. Rather, it was a habit deeply ingrained in him. Lucian acting this way was intentional.Calista didn't respond. She turned the faucet to hot water. While waiting for the water t

The lack of oxygen left Calista's mind blank. His words had her asking, "What?"Lucian said nothing. He propped his hands against the bed and showed her what he meant by his actions.Calista was startled. Who would've thought that a patient who had just been released from the ICU this morning would be so agile? He was climbing around like a primate. She was worried that his ribs would break before the injuries in his legs healed.Lucian had become more proficient at climbing in and out of bed after the experience from previous attempts. He was already sitting on her bed before Calista could utter a word to reprimand him.Trying to accommodate two adults on a three-foot-wide bed, especially when one of them was a tall man, was quite the challenge. It was probably due to his weight that the bed creaked with every move. Calista was worried that the noise might be heard by people passing through the corridor outside. She couldn't afford to be disgraced because of this man.Just as