Chapter 128 Every time she said something like that, lan found himself unable to resist her. More often than not, dinner would have to wait because heâd end up devouring her first.
It was only in moments like that lan truly felt what happiness was. He now realized heâd once had this kind of bliss in his life, but heâd destroyed it with his own hands.
Every time those memories resurfaced, a sharp pain stabbed relentlessly at his heart.
Hunched over with a ghastly pale face, he looked at Ryker and said icily, âIâm not dead yet!â Ryker didnât show any of the brotherly concern you might expect. Instead, a mischievous smirk played on his lips. âYou look halfâdead to me. And besides, why should Ms. Clara wait for you to kick the bucket? Youâre not her man.â
lan felt like Ryker was a thorn sent by Mr. Marco himself, always poking right where it hurt the most. His pale lips twitched with disdain as he glared at Ryker. âYouâre still wet behind the ears, kid. Think you can compete with me for a woman? Dream on!â
Ryker wasnât the least bit offended. His laughter was even more reckless and freeâspirited. He rested his sweaty hands on his hips, oozing masculinity as he retorted, âNot sure if Iâm all grownâup? Maybe I should check, huh?â He made a motion as if he were about to drop his trousers.
lan gritted his teeth in annoyance. âGet back to your place!â
âI wonât. Ms. Claraâs whipped up some breakfast, and sheâs waiting to eat with me,â Ryker shot back, tugging lan aside. Under lanâs icy gaze, he punched in the door code.
Upon opening the door, he called out cheerily, âMs. Clara, Iâm back!â
Claraâs gentle voice carried from inside. âWash up, breakfast is ready.â
Hearing her voice, lan felt a bitter taste rise in his throat, as if blood was about to spill out. He grabbed Rykerâs wrist, weakly calling into the house, âClara, my stomach... it hurts.â
As he spoke, he slid down the door frame, collapsing onto the floor. Heâs so afraid that Ryker would shut the door and Clara wouldnât see him fall ill, that his hand was clung to the frame.
Ryker frowned down at him. âJan, donât play me like that, man. I didnât even touch you. Donât fake it with me.
After giving lanâs leg a few nudges with his foot, Ryker realized that lan had genuinely passed out. He immediately called into the house, âMs. Clara, lanâs really out cold!â
Clara had been busy preparing comforting oatmeal in the kitchen when she heard the commotion. She immediately dashed out, finding lan pale and drenched in a cold sweat, sumped at the doorway She knew heâd had a rough night and that his stomach adment was flaring up. Yet, without a moments hesitation, she pulled out her phone and dialed Dawson Dawson, Mr. Hayes has collapsed. Heâs right outside my place. You better get over here quickâ
When lan regained consciousness, the only person by his side was Dawson. Lifting his head, he scanned the room but saw no sign of Clara Dawson asked promptly. âMr. Hayes, what are you looking for?â
With a raspy voice tinged with the weakness that followed illness, lan murmured, âWhere is she?â
Understanding dawned on Dawson, who replied, âAttorney Clara called me and then went off to work lanâs hands clenched the sheets tightly. Even after he had fainted, she still had the heart to go to work. Didnât she care for him at all anymore?
His eyes darkened, and his voice grew colder âShe left me lying at the door to go to work?