His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 77: The Young Master Is About to Lay Hands on the Young Mistress
The floor and bed were strewn with rose petals, and Kiana Sutton stood barefoot on them, an ankle bracelet with bells he gifted her dangling from her right ankle.
Kiana only wore a white shirt, its hem covering her thighs, a size that didn’t seem to be hers.
It looked like his!
The top two buttons of the collar were undone, revealing her beautiful, fair swan-like neck and half of her right shoulder.
The scene, the atmosphere, and her shy expression that refused to meet his gaze.
Ha...
Ethan Sinclair grabbed Kiana Sutton’s chin, forcing her to look at him, "Who taught you to play this game?"
Kiana’s heart raced. She thought of taking the initiative but didn’t know what to do, so she searched online.
The online methods were varied, and Kiana chose the one she could accept the most, which was wearing Ethan Sinclair’s clothes to seduce him.
For this, she mustered the courage to go to Ethan Sinclair’s room and found a white shirt.
Ethan might not like her, but he seemed quite fond of her body, never stopping until late at night every time.
But... Ethan’s reaction wasn’t like what the netizens described; shouldn’t he have rushed over to tear off her clothes and do this and that to her?
With the arrow on the string, there was no turning back.
Kiana mustered her courage, nervously removing Ethan’s hand from her chin and gently kissed it.
In an instant, his deep, beautiful eyes darkened, and Ethan sharply pushed Kiana away.
Caught off guard, Kiana’s waist slammed against the table behind her.
In pain, Kiana sucked in a breath, and the next second, she heard Ethan’s cold, merciless voice, "You’re quite something, using Quinn to deal with Kate, sowing discord between them, while you sit back and watch the show."
Ethan looked at Kiana with disdain and mockery in his eyes.
"Now you’re trying to seduce me this way, thinking that after I sleep with you, I’ll let you go? Ha... what do you think you are?"
Kiana held back the bitterness in her chest and the pain in her lower back, anxiously gesturing, "I’ve never used Quinn..."
"You know best whether you did or not! But I’m warning you, if you dare plot to harm Kate again, I won’t mind sending you to join your father!"
Ethan left, and Kiana, frightened by his words, collapsed to the ground. She knew Ethan truly had a murderous intent, not just empty words.
The more he cared about Kate Lynch, the more he loathed her!
Looking at the room she had painstakingly arranged, she suddenly felt pathetic. No matter what she did, Ethan would never spare her a second glance.
Seducing him had failed and was even more humiliating.
She propped herself up with the table, intending to tidy up the room, but Ethan, who returned abruptly, pushed her onto the bed.
Kiana hadn’t even reacted when Ethan’s fierce kiss fell.
He gave Kiana no chance to resist or breathe, nor did he care if he hurt her, tearing her clothes directly.
Kiana knew Ethan was punishing her, as he said, he couldn’t let her go so easily!
The gentleness he showed Kate was the cruelty he showed her.
Later, Kiana didn’t even know when she fell asleep.
Ethan’s biological clock was precise.
No matter how late he slept, he would wake up at six every morning to go for a run.
That day, Ethan woke up feeling hot.
He opened his eyes irritably and found the source of the heat was Kiana in his arms.
Realizing something was wrong, he reached to touch Kiana’s forehead and found it burning hot.
Damn...
Ethan got up abruptly, turned on the bedside lamp, and saw an abnormal flush on Kiana’s cheeks, her mouth slightly open, exhaling warm air.
He reached out in panic and patted Kiana’s face, "Wake up! Kiana, wake up!"
Kiana was evidently so out of it with fever, having lost consciousness.
Ethan cursed under his breath, got out of bed intending to get medicine.
Kiana, sensing he was about to leave, grabbed his fingers tightly.
Turning back, Ethan saw Kiana furrowing her brow, her little face full of pain and fear, unsure of what she was dreaming about.
"Let go! You have a fever. I’m going to get you medicine!"
Kiana didn’t release, instead grasping even tighter, as if holding onto a lifeline, never letting go even in death.
Ethan’s face darkened with displeasure; in the past, he would’ve shaken Kiana off without hesitation.
But today, inexplicably seeing Kiana like this, his chest felt unsettled, and his heart softened a bit.
But a soft heart didn’t mean a soft mouth.
"Kiana, if you don’t let go, I’ll throw you out the window."
Kiana seemed frightened, her body shivered, curling into a ball, but still not releasing Ethan.
This damned woman, no other skills but good at playing pitiful!
Seeing Kiana covered in marks he left, Ethan’s conscience rarely stirred, coaxing near her, whispering softly, "Be good, Kiana, let me go, I’ll be right back with medicine."
Then, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Perhaps hearing Ethan would return, Kiana obediently loosened her grip.
Leaving the room, Ethan clutched his forehead, cursing; was he crazy?
He coaxed Kiana to let go, fine, but why did he have to kiss her?
It was a subconscious reaction, too late when he realized.
Kiana Sutton, this woman, is toxic!
Not wanting to see Kiana again, Ethan asked Chelsea Chapman to administer the medicine to her.
When Chelsea came out from Kiana’s room with a troubled face, Ethan was smoking on the sofa, his expression dark and terrifying.
Seeing Chelsea cautiously approach, Ethan asked coldly, "Did she take the medicine?"
"No..."
Noticing Ethan’s expression turn frostier, Chelsea quickly explained, "Perhaps the Mistress found the medicine too bitter; she spat it out the moment it entered her mouth, I...I have no solution."
"Let her burn then!"
Given Ethan had never been good to Kiana, Chelsea thought he meant it and burst into tears.
Ethan: "...Shut up!"
"What about the Mistress..."
Ethan didn’t answer, he rose, a cold expression on his face, and went to Kiana’s room.
Worried, Chelsea followed quietly.
Thinking if her master wanted to kill the Mistress, she could save the Mistress.
Peering through the door crack, Chelsea saw Ethan take two pills from the packet and push them into Kiana’s mouth.
As expected, Kiana spat them out, frowning.
"Kiana Sutton! If you dare spit out the medicine again, I’ll send your whole family to Afrinia!"
Chelsea’s heart skipped a beat; that was it, the master’s patience was gone, ready to act on the Mistress!
