Chapter 88

Zoe had barely finished her threats when the stranger grabbed her arm. He held her in place and, with his other hand holding the phone, snapped a photo.

“Delete that, this instant!” Zoe screamed.

But the large man ignored her. He turned to the men behind him. “Break her right leg. In the video, she stuck out her right leg.”

“What… what does that mean?!”

Zoe was frightened. She looked for an escape, but there was none, and the men were closing in.

A moment later, an anguished wail echoed in the private room.

When Grace woke up the next day, her fever had subsided. Jason said, “Ah, there you are. Luckily, the fever has broken. Otherwise, I’d have had to carry you to the hospital today.”

“I… had a fever last night?” Grace mumbled.

“Yes, you had a fever and you said quite a lot in your feverish state,” he replied.

Oh, that didn’t sound good. A blush crept up her face, unrelated to her illness. “What… what did I say?” She really hoped she hadn’t said anything inappropriate.

“You said you’d be more obedient, be a good girl, and that you wanted me to stay by your side,” he said with a rare hint of playfulness in his eyes.

It took her a second to process this, and then she laughed. She’d obviously been delirious.

“However, Sister, don’t worry. Even if you aren’t a good girl, I’ll still stay with you,” Jason replied calmly.

Grace’s face was still red, but she stared at Jason in astonishment.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You’re… joking with me.” She smiled thoughtfully. “I keep feeling that you’re… slightly different from before. And when I see this lighter side of you, I know something’s different.”

He was stunned, as if he’d just become aware of his transformation.

“You have changed me,” he said softly.

He stared intently at her and then suddenly leaned forward, his lips inches from hers.

“Ah!” she shrieked. She instinctively wanted to step back but remembered her difficulty moving.

His hand caught her waist, and he pulled her closer into his embrace.

She dazedly studied him. So close, she could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, the perfect line of his brows and lips. His eyes were breathtakingly beautiful; even his lashes were long and curved.

She was so close she could see herself reflected in his pupils.

“Sister, do you like my past self or my current self?” Only when his voice sounded close to her ear did she snap out of her trance.

Their faces were very close; their noses almost touched. Any closer, their lips would meet.

His breath fanned her mouth, and his arms tightened around her. It seemed they were about to kiss!

Grace’s eyes widened; her brain felt short-circuited.

“Sister?” His voice resonated again.

“Ah, of course your current self… is slightly better. It feels as if we’re closer,” Grace hurriedly explained. “Uh… Jay, please let go of me. I won’t fall. We’re a little too close.”

She could almost hear her heart pounding.

His lips curved seductively. “Is it bad to be close?” he retorted, drawing even closer.