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Kevin Clark was caught off guard by Daisy Zane’s flirtation.

Looking down at her, he fixated on her eyes, her nose tip, and her lips.

The suppressed feelings of affection, desire, and love that had been buried deep within him suddenly ignited like a fire, soaring uncontrollably.

He closed the medicine box and tossed it aside onto a chair.

“Lucia…” His voice was deep and hoarse, magnetically making one’s ears tingle,

“do you know the consequences of teasing?”

Daisy Zane raised her eyebrows, unaware of the impending danger, provocatively challenged, “What?”

Looking at her, Kevin Clark lightly chuckled and said, “Try it and you’ll see.”

Daisy Zane felt a burn under his gaze, and the next second, she was pulled into his embrace.

One of his arms wrapped around her slender waist, while the other hand gently cupped her chin. He forced her to open her mouth slightly, then went in for a kiss.

It was assertive, yet gentle.

Daisy Zane was leaning on the bedside, her robe untied and falling open on her left side to reveal a purple bruise on her lower left rib.

Kevin Clark sat in the chair beside the bed, carefully applying medicine on her.

With her eyes cast down, Daisy Zane stared at Kevin Clark’s hand, lost in thought.

Her lips were very red, and slightly swollen upon closer inspection.

Moreover, her tongue was numb.

Daisy Zane watched as Kevin Clark carefully applied the medicine, as though he was afraid of hurting her. This was in stark contrast to his behavior just moments before.

She had grown accustomed to his gentleness, forgetting that this man was not the benevolent type after all; he was assertive, domineering, and ruthless.

Robinson Scott was right, he was a fairy. A fairy capable of revealing his true form.

Lost in thought, Daisy Zane frowned, looking at the bed she was leaning against.

How had she gotten here?

Ah. He had carried her here.

And it seemed that he had just been kissing her here a moment ago.

Daisy Zane: .

“Lucia?”

Snapping out of her thoughts, she looked at him. Her eyes seemed to be misted over with a layer of warmth, shining brightly under the room light.

The previous distance between them had faded a little, replaced with a hint of bewilderment. Although she was still striking, her phoenix-like eyes seemed more enticing now.

“What is it?”

“How did you injure your shoulder? It doesn’t seem to be a fresh wound when I saw it.”

“My shoulder?” Daisy Zane thought for a moment, “It was bruised by a crutch.”

“Probably need to put on some medicine as well.”

“No,” Daisy Zane tied her robe, “Why? Didn’t you take enough advantage of

Kevin Clark raised an eyebrow, “How is it taking advantage when I did everything above board?”

Daisy Zane: .

Kevin Clark chuckled, “Are you sure you don’t want to apply medicine?”

“Alright.” Kevin Clark packed the medicine box up, “Go to sleep. It’s very late. In a few hours, day will break.”

“Mm,” Daisy Zane murmured.

Ben Clark stood up, placing the drug box on the bedside table. Then he leaned over, close to Daisy Zane, and said, “One more kiss.”

“Aren’t we done?”

Her tone of voice was very much like she was about to give him a beating. Kevin Clark started to laugh, whispering, “One kiss, then I will go to sleep too.” “Can’t sleep without a kiss from me?”

“Mm-hm.” Kevin Clark answered with a pitiful look in his eyes, “Would you bear to let your boyfriend suffer from insomnia?”

Daisy Zane took a deep breath. Shouldn’t she embark on a two-year spiritual journey to put this impish being in check?

Seeing her remain still, Kevin Clark pointed to his cheek, “Just one. Kiss here.”

Daisy Zane obliged and kissed his cheek: “Is this enough?”

Kevin Clark raised his eyebrows, held the back of her head and returned the kiss on her lips, “That’s enough.”

Daisy Zane pursed her lips, looking as though she was about to bite back.

Kevin Clark smiled again and playfully pinched her blushing ear, “Alright, go to sleep. I’m leaving.”

Watching him leave the room, Daisy Zane leaned against the bed for a while before making herself comfortable under the quilt. After a moment, she rolled onto her side and chuckled softly. Then, she pulled the Quilt over her head and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Kevin Clark, in another room and fresh out of the shower, remained standing by the window.

His left hand resting behind him, while his right twirled an eaglewood bracelet.

Looking out over the dark night, his eyes curved into a smile. A seemingly ludicrous, goofy smile graced his lips.

Not knowing how to calm himself down, Kevin Clark continued fiddling with the bracelet.

Using his composed exterior to hide his fluttering heart, he made an effort not to appear like an infatuated teenager.

However, the next morning, when Michael Jackson saw Kevin Clark, he had a good scare.

When Michael Jackson handed Kevin Clark some paperwork to sign, Kevin Clark was all smiles —sitting alone in his office, in front of a pile of files, he was… laughing.

Moreover, he even shared a friendly chat with Michael Jackson.

After leaving Kevin Clark’s office, Michael Jackson called his mother and gave her all his bank cards along with the passwords. He suspected Kevin’s plans of getting rid of him.

Showing him kindness before Michael’s predicted downfall.

Other than this possibility, Michael Jackson could not think of any other reason for the unsettlingly friendly treatment.

As a result, Michael Jackson spent the rest of the day on edge, unable to finish his lunch.

Not just Michael Jackson, even James Collins thought that Kevin Clark was being unusually friendly towards him that day and began to suspect a conspiracy.

“You… what are you planning?” James Collins asked warily, “Why are you smiling?”

Listening to their conversation, Damian Brown lifted his head from a pile of snacks, his left cheek stuffed full, showing a vigilant expression.

“Did I laugh?” Kevin Clark asked while sipping his tea.

“Didn’t you?” James Collins looked at him and then reached towards the snacks in Damian Brown’s hand.

Before he could even touch the snack, Damian Brown caught his wrist, “What do you want?”

“Why are you being defensive about your food?”

Damian Brown glared at him.

“Okay okay, it’s yours, all yours. Be careful not to overeat or no one will want you.” James Collins withdrew his hand and took a sip of his tea as he asked, “Where’s my sister? Why hasn’t she woken up yet?”

Again, Kevin Clark broke into a smile.

“What’s the matter with you? Why are you laughing again?” James Collins felt a chill run down his spine. He wondered when Kevin Clark ever laughed in his presence. “Is there some D Continent custom that requires smiling?” Kevin Clark glanced at him, stood up and said, “I’m going to check on Lucia.

You two carry on.”

James Collins watched as he left, utterly bemused. Turning to Damian Brown, he said, “Do you think he’s possessed? He’s acting so oddly.”

Damian Brown licked the cream from his lips, looked at James Collins, took another cream-filled bite and said, “Idiot.

“You think so too,” James Collins responded, “I also think he’s behaving like an idiot. If he continues like this, my sister won’t like him.”

Damian Brown: “……I was saying you’re the idiot. Can’t you see he’s over the moon?”

“Over the moon, what does he have to be happy about?” James Collins glanced at her, “You’re calling me an idiot, but I’m no idiot, my IQ is 180!”

“Did you forget to multiply by zero?”

You, you… you’re bullying me again, I’ll go tell my sister.”

Damian Brown glanced at him and took another large bite of cream: “You’re over twenty and still you go tell on others..”