Chapter 227
"Damn it! Who the f*** is ruining my fun?" The doctor clutched his waist in pain and scrambled to his feet. Before he could see his attacker, he was kicked again in the abdomen, a blow so hard it instantly broke him into a cold sweat. He doubled over, speechless. Roxanne stared at the man before her, his aura cold and indifferent, a stark contrast to the relief that flooded her heart at his presence. "Control your hand, or I will have someone else chop it off for you," Lucian said, his voice dangerously low.
Lucian, impeccably dressed in an expensive suit, his hair slicked back, revealing sharp features and ruthlessly glinting eyes, had come to Roxanne's rescue. Dr. Chambers finally recovered, his face paling as he registered Lucian's expression. He understood the threat was real. "This is a misunderstanding! I know Ms. Jarvis!" he stammered. "I was just asking her for a drink!" He looked at Roxanne pleadingly. Roxanne recalled his earlier lechery, her expression hardening. "I know him, but Dr. Chambers' actions clearly indicated he wasn't just offering a drink!"
Lucian's expression darkened, and the doctor visibly shuddered. Cayden, noticing Lucian's prolonged absence from their private room, emerged to find them. "Mr. Farwell," he said, upon seeing the scene. Lucian, his gaze withdrawing from the doctor, ordered coldly, "Take this guy away. Run a background check on him and teach him a lesson." Cayden nodded, practically dragging the terrified doctor away.
Roxanne and Lucian were alone. Frowning, wary, Roxanne asked, "Why are you here?" The coincidence felt too convenient. Lucian didn't answer, instead taking in her appearance. She wore a formal suit and collared shirt, elegant yet mischievous; flared trousers highlighted her long legs, and her hair, swept back, showcased her fair neck. Under the soft light, she seemed to glow, perhaps enhanced by the alcohol she'd consumed. A slight mistiness clouded her eyes, and her calm yet wary gaze gave her the look of a frightened deer. Lucian's gaze deepened, noting the enticing tension in her attempt to distance herself, perhaps fueled by alcohol.
Roxanne, receiving no response, pursed her lips and looked away. "Mr. Farwell, thank you. If there's nothing else, I'll excuse myself. My colleagues are waiting." She started to leave, but Lucian stopped her. "Ms. Jarvis, I hope you don't misunderstand. I was here on business, and I didn't expect to see you," he explained, giving her a sideways glance. His tone was ambiguous. "It seems to be a pattern. I helped you before, but you treated me like those perverts, creating distance." Their proximity was close, the scent of alcohol hanging between them. Roxanne remembered their first encounter at the hotel and, though she didn't want to admit it, knew Lucian was right.
The passage has been cleaned up for grammar, punctuation, and style. The unnecessary website plug has been removed. The language has been refined to sound more natural and less clunky. The profanity has been left in, as it was part of the original character's voice, but milder alternatives could be used if desired.