Chapter 307 Why Not A few days ago, Alisha passed by Fleur Villa when she went to the Wright residence to pick Finnegan up.
At that time, Finnegan asked her to stop the car. He stared at Fleur Villa for a while before saying there would be some problem in the near future.
When the time came, she could introduce him to them and have them prepare a reward for him.
Finnegan glanced at her and said, âIt seems youâve forgotten!â
At the time, Finneganâs words were somewhat cryptic, so Alisha didnât take them to heart.
She couldnât help but huff in embarrassment, âWomen generally have poor memory. So what if I forgot?â
Then, she continued, âBut what exactly is going on? Why did you know beforehand that something would happen to someone at Fleur Villa?â
Lamenting her dull-wittedness, Finnegan waved his hand dismissively and said, âYour memory is poor, which suggests youâre only a beauty without brains. Even if I explained, you might not understand. Just come and pick me up in the evening!â
He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. âAs for Jacquesâ matter, itâs been taken care of. If he dares to seek revenge, donât blame me for not holding back out of respect for your grandfather.â
If that happened, not only would he refuse to treat Marisol, but he would also take Jacquesâ life.
Alisha reassured, âDonât worry. My grandfather must have already informed Fleur Villa. Jacques wouldnât dare to act recklessly.â
Yawning, Finnegan said, âGo ahead with your work, then. Iâm going to catch up on some sleep.â
He spent a long time between the sheets with Bernice last night and woke up early that day, so he felt somewhat sleepy.
Alisha batted her eyes. âDo you require my company in bed? My beauty without brains i you know.â
As she spoke, she deliberately straightened and thrust her chest out.
By then, Finnegan had already closed his eyes. âIâm in sage mode now. Hurry up and get lost Startled for a moment, Alisha snorted.
unning, âIt seems that you and Bernice had quite an intense night. Youâve even entered sage mode. Just wai see. I will definitely be better than her in the future. Not only will I put you in sage mode, but Iâll also your legs weak for an entire day.â
She then left with a giggle and told Theoden that Finnegan had agreed to treat Marisol.
Finnegan opened his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly.
âDarlingâs worries are indeed founded. Can I really resist this vixen forever? It seems I must send her back to Bellridge soon.â
As evening approached, Alisha arrived at Jerome Medical Clinic on time.
After catching up on some sleep in the morning, Finnegan, who spent the afternoon treating patients with everyone else, energetically got into the car, clearly in high spirits.
Because he had treated over thirty patients that afternoon, some of his positive energy had been restored, almost a tenth of it.
At that rate, his positive energy could be fully restored in about half a month.
However, Alisha was utterly curious. âYou took medicine?â
Over the past few days. Finnegan had been utterly frazzled due to the matter of the assassin.
That morning, his mood was once again affected by Jacques.
Logically speaking, even if he was willing to treat Marisol, he shouldnât be so happy at that moment.
Finnegan was rendered speechless. âWhy would I need to take any medicine when Iâm so young?â
He assumed that Alisha thought he had replenished the energy expended last night by taking medicine upon seeing him so energetic.
Alisha let out a soft chuckle, her expression sultry. âI naturally know you donât need medicine, given your virility. What Iâm curious about is why your mood improved.â
âThat has nothing to do with you. Just drive!â Finnegan replied perfunctorily.
Then, he made a call to Bernice.
He couldnât make it back to have dinner with her tonight, so he naturally had to give her a call and let her know about it.
The call was answered quickly. As Alisha floored the gas pedal and sped off in a fit, Finnegan started, âDarling, the Wahlstrom family asked me to treat a patient tonight. I might be back a bit late, so donât wait for me for dinner.â
Bernice, however, had an unusual train of thought. âSo youâre currently with Ms. Wahlstrom?â
Finnegan glanced sideways at Alisha.
His gaze involuntarily lingered on the part of her body outlined by the tightly fastened seatbelt before he murmured an affirmation. âYes.â
Berniceâs tone immediately turned serious. âFinnegan, I noticed that Ms. Wahlstrom looks differently.
You must behave. If you were to give her a chance, I wouldnât give you one!â
Unexpectedly, Bernice was actually worried about that Finnegan couldnât help feeling amused. âDonât worry. Iâm not interested in her. Otherwise, something would have happened between us before I got together with you.â
Alisha couldnât hear the specifics of the conversation, but she could roughly guess what was being said.
She couldnât resist muttering under her breath, âWhat a jerk. Do I have no shame?â
Finnegan acted as if he didnât hear that. He chatted with Bernice for a while and only ended the call after soothing her with sweet words.
âWhat was the meaning of that? Am I that inferior?â
Upon seeing him hang up the phone, Alisha questioned him.
Finnegan closed his eyes. âThatâs irrelevant. I only want to be faithful to one person. Donât tell me youâre willing to be the other woman?â
To his surprise, Alisha retorted fiercely, âWhy not when Iâve already made myself clear?â
That left Finnegan at a loss for words.
He had never expected Alisha to have such a thought.
The corners of Finneganâs mouth twitched, and he firmly decided not to discuss the matter further with her. Focus on driving.â
Alisha harrumphed. She stepped harder on the accelerator, seemingly taking Finnegan for it.
Half an hour later, the two of them arrived at Fleur Villa.
The villa was that of an old mansion that had been renovated. Cars couldnât drive in, so they alighted from the vehicle outside.
As soon as the lightly dressed Alisha stepped out of the car, she shivered slightly. âWhy does the wind here feel so cold?â
Finnegan nodded. His gaze went to Fleur Villâs plaque, and he remarked without responding to her question, âIt seems that Mdm. Yeatman has deep feelings for her deceased husband!â
Not only was her place of residence named with the generalization of their names, but her grandson was directly named Jacques.
It was clear that her eventual marriage to Norman was entirely out of gratitude for his help in her.
After leaving Jerome Medical Clinic during the day, Alisha had also learned about it from Theode Nodding, she said, âTruly, Mr. Dunn is pitiful!â
He truly loved Marisol, didnât mind that she was a widow, and even avenged her. But in her heart, thereâs only room for her late husband.
Finnegan withdrew his gaze. âLetâs go in!â
The guards at the gates were arranged by Tyrone. They all recognized Alisha and did not stop her.
Upon entering Fleur Villa, Alisha felt even colder. The wind didnât feel like the cool breeze of late summer, but rather, the bone-chilling gale of the harsh winter months.
She found herself hugging herself slightly and shifting her body closer to Finnegan. âItâs still around twenty-seven twenty-eight degrees now. Why is it so cold here? Could it be that Iâm not dressed warmly enough?â
Finnegan glanced at her sideways and said, âIndeed, youâre dressed a bit scantily. If it rains, and you get drenched, it will be as if youâre not wearing anything at all! So, itâs better to dress a bit more warmly rather than prioritizing allure over warmth all the time.â
âI was just giving you a feast for the eyes.â Alisha took the opportunity to hug Finneganâs arm. âBesides, I didnât know it would be this cold here. It used to be quite hot during this season in the past.â
Finnegan instinctively withdrew his hand.
When Alishaâs eyes brimmed with resentment, he said, âThe negative energy here is impure, so itâs no wonder you find it different than before.â
As his words fell, a femaleâs cold rebuke rang out from behind. âWatch your tongue. Stop spreading fallacies here!â