Chapter 217

She lowered her eyes and watched as Kieran drank the hangover soup she made, little by little, until it was all gone.

Alarieka asked him softly, “Does the hangover soup taste good? Does your head still hurt?”

“Focus, don’t talk.”

Kieran put the empty bowl back on the coffee table, closed his eyes, and just enjoyed her massage.

Alarieka shut up like he wanted and focused on the massage.

Alarieka pressed for almost twenty minutes. Both her hands were really sore, and her fingers trembled a little whenever she moved them. She had to keep her arms raised for so long, it felt like something heavy was hanging from them, so heavy that she just wanted to put her hands down right away.

Alarieka pressed her lips together and held on for a while. She was really too tired, so she stopped for a bit and asked Kieran in a low voice, “Feeling any better?”

She hoped her playing nice and acting weak worked.

Kieran and Patrick were not the same.

Patrick was still a mad dog on Roschelle’s leash, and he still had some sanity left.

But Kieran was just a beast that no one could ever tame, and once he bit down, he would never let go. He had to tear off a piece of flesh or rip off a layer of skin before he was done.

Right now, she was just a weak high school student. She really just wanted to keep her distance from Kieran, Roschelle, and the others, and didn’t want to fall out with Kieran just yet.

The only one Kieran cared about was Roschelle. This time, by making the surveillance footage public, she basically put Roschelle on the spot and gave her a bad name.

Kieran and Patrick stood up for Roschelle, just like she expected.

This thing, she acted on impulse, but she didn’t regret it.

She already knew the consequences before she did it.

But she didn’t expect that Patrick would hit a contestant in public, acting all rebellious and arrogant.

Kieran was just worse than Patrick.

She asked, and after a moment, Kieran finally answered, his voice low and rich: “Go on.”

Alarieka frowned, then had to raise her hand again, pressing her fingertip on Kieran’s temple.

Another ten minutes went by, Alarieka’s arms were already super sore, and every little move felt like her bones were making rusty creaking sounds.

She really couldn’t hold on and let go.

She saw early in the morning that Kieran’s brows weren’t furrowed anymore. Instead, he looked tired but relaxed, not like a patient tormented by a headache.

As soon as she let go, Kieran lifted his hand and grabbed her wrist. Then he gave a sharp pull, yanking her upper body down and closer to his back.

Alarieka didn’t have time to fight back, and by the time she realized what was happening, her chin was already kind of resting on Kieran’s shoulder.

Alarieka’s brow twitched. “What are you doing?”

She tried to pull her hand back, but Kieran just gripped her wrist even tighter.

She gritted her teeth.

Kieran raised his thumb and pressed hard on the two tendons in the middle of the inside of her wrist, then pushed down on the back of her hand, forcing her palm open to show her palm.

Kieran’s eyes fell on her palm, and his voice was low: “You hit Patrick really hard.”

Alarieka pressed her lips together.

She hit really hard, so even now, the palm she used to slap Patrick twice was still very red, totally different from her other hand.

Alarieka looked up, with a bit of suppressed anger in her eyes, but her voice was calm: “He choked me, so why couldn’t I hit him?”

Kieran shook off her hand and said coldly, “You know why he hit you.”

It was not a question, it was a statement.

Alarieka’s expression changed a little.

Kieran was reminding her, and also settling scores with her.

Her showing weakness and trying to please didn’t help at all.

Alarieka stood up straight and looked ahead: “What did I do wrong?”

Kieran also got up from the couch, turned around slowly, his dark eyes deep and cold, looking at her indifferently.

“If you could ask this question, it meant you still hadn’t realized your mistake.”

Kieran’s eyes slowly moved down and landed on her neck.

Patrick squeezed really hard, he actually kind of wanted to choke her to death, and he used a lot of strength, probably all he had.

So up until now, there were still red marks left on her fair, delicate neck from being grabbed hard.

It looked really shocking.

But there wasn’t a trace of emotion in Kieran’s eyes.

Alarieka pressed her lips together and stubbornly lifted her chin to look at him, not intimidated at all.