Chapter 1802: A More Intimate Position

Around nine-thirty that evening, Elias finished his coffee and was about to begin practicing calligraphy in the Farwell study when a car arrived in the courtyard. Sonya rose; it was her awaited visitor.

Elias glanced downstairs and saw Clinton Jennings, the testing facility director. Clinton greeted Sonya politely, “Hello, Mrs. Farwell.”

“Please have a seat, Mr. Jennings,” Sonya replied warmly, offering him coffee.

His apprehension was evident. “If you need anything, Mrs. Farwell, please let me know. I will do my best to assist you,” he offered quickly.

As the testing facility director, Clinton knew the Farwell Group's acquisition of his small facility was inconsequential. He'd met Lucian only once, at the signing of the purchase agreement. Therefore, he was puzzled by Sonya's request to see him.

He'd initially considered bringing a gift, but decided against it, fearing it might appear rushed and inappropriate. He opted for a simple visit.

Seeing his stiffness, Sonya reassured him with a smile, “Calm down. It’s nothing serious.”

Clinton nodded, took a sip of coffee, and asked, “What do you need, Mrs. Farwell?”

“Did you receive the test materials that night?” Sonya inquired.

“Yes.”

Sonya's gaze hardened. “Those are hairs from Lucian’s sons. It’s for a paternity test. Do you understand?”

Clinton understood immediately. “Yes, Mrs. Farwell. I will contact you with the results,” he promised.

He finished his coffee, praising its aroma, and after a second cup, departed with a bright smile. Sonya felt relieved. Regardless of the outcome, she had time to prepare. Ideally, Lucian and the boys weren't related. Even if they were, she wasn't worried; as long as she had Clinton, the results weren't final.

Meanwhile, Elias, observing from the study, felt uneasy. After a moment’s hesitation, he texted someone.

Lucian's fever had subsided. He’d even eaten the oatmeal Roxanne prepared.

“I’ve slept all day and I’m not sleepy now, but I’m a little worried. Will I infect you?” Lucian asked Roxanne.

“I don’t think so. This virus is contagious, but my immunity is stronger after the poisoning. I likely won’t be infected.”

As she finished, Lucian pulled her close. “What if we were in a more intimate position? Like—”

Roxanne blushed, breaking free. “Stop that. Your immunity is low. Behave yourself.” She couldn't believe his insatiable nature.

Unfazed, Lucian grinned. “I can’t help it. I misbehave when it’s you.” He hugged her again.