Dear Sweetheart novel

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 75 Come Here
“At a time like this, who cares about being gentle?” James cursed angrily before snatching the bottled water and forcing Kristie to drink it.
He was being too aggressive, causing Kristie to choke and cough. Water overflowed from her lips to her chin.
“Hey! James, take it easy.” Cillian’s heart was hanging by a thread, and he stammered, “She’s Mr. Faymon’s favorite. We can’t afford to mess up.”
James sneered.
If she’s Mr. Faymon’s favorite, why would he look for another woman?
Once he was sure that Kristie had swallowed the medicine, James tossed her back into the bathtub. She slid into the water clumsily, startling Cillian, who sprang to carry her out.
“Khaff, khaff…” Kristie struggled to catch her breath. Her body was wet all over, and her eyes, though half-opened, lacked focus.
She continued to mumble softly, and it was apparent that she was suffering.
“Wait three minutes and monitor her situation.” James removed the black woolen cap on his head, revealing his messy short hair. In these few hours, he had been busy running around to get things settled.
Cillian asked, “Is that possible? Can these medicines take effect in just three minutes?”
“I sure hope so,” James said. He brought back the medicines from school a while ago but never used them. Now he had to try them all on Kristie. “If the medicines don’t work…”
“Then what do we do?” Cillian abruptly asked.
James gave him a sidelong glance and sneered, “Then you’ll have to do something about it!”
“Me? F*ck off!” Cillian stammered, quickly placing Kristie back in the bathtub. Obviously, he wanted nothing to do with her. “No, no, I’m still too young for this.”
“Stop pretending!” James sneered. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.”

“Come on. She’s one of Mr. Faymon’s women. I will never even think about it. Besides, you don’t know Ms. Winton well. If she finds out that I did anything to her, she will probably come at me with a knife. Didn’t you say that Mr. Faymon was with another woman? What does she look like?” Cillian jumped to a different topic, obviously interested. “Is she local? Or is it Ms. Garland?”
“I didn’t go in, so how would I know?” James rolled his eyes.
“What a shame,” replied Cillian disappointedly. “I was hoping you could tell me something interesting!”
“Pfft, I wouldn’t dare gossip about Mr. Faymon’s matters. If I inadvertently offend someone, I would be found dead even before realizing it.”
James then shrugged his shoulders.
Suddenly, there was a commotion coming from the bathtub.
Kristie, whose hands were tied up, was squirming aggressively in the bathtub. At the same time, she was mumbling about the heat as she pitifully gazed at James and Cillian.
To be precise, she was staring at James.
“I’m not feeling well.” Kristie sniffed. Her eyes were visibly red, and she seemed to be on the verge of tears. “Come and cuddle with me, please?”
Her voice was soft and gentle, like sweet, honey-covered pastries.
Hearing this, Cillian blushed in embarrassment. James, however, was not affected as he remained completely calm.
“At such a state, Ms. Winton still cannot forget about you.” Cillian nudged James playfully. “I think she likes you.”
In response, James viciously kneed him in the thigh.
“Ouch!” Cillian contorted his face in pain. Agonized, he bent over his waist and lamented, “James, you’ve gone too far. This is outrageous!”
“I’ll shut your mouth for you since you’re asking for a beating!” James smirked coldly.
Kristie, with her chin resting on the edge of the bathtub, stared at James pitifully. It was as if she was expecting James to do something. Irritated, James furiously threw the mineral water bottle aside before walking over to her.
Kristie tilted her head upward and gazed at him like a tiny kitten. “I want cuddles.”
To hell with your cuddles!
James’ temper began to swell. He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and pushed her harshly into the water. Kristie struggled to breathe, but the man’s arms remained perfectly still.
After silently counting down in his head, he pulled her out of the water.
Kristie was coughing violently. As her face was still bright red, James pushed her head back into the water again after she had caught her breath.
“Oh my goodness, James, have you gone mad?” Cillian rushed over, panicked and flustered. “Do you want to drown her alive? Let go of her now!”
James gave him a sidelong glance. “Shut your mouth. Do you understand?”
Although James was young, the look on his face exuded strength and coldness. His thick eyebrows matched his narrow, elongated eyes. When he narrowed his eyes, they radiated gruesome killing intent. Terrified, Cillian retracted his outstretched hand and took two steps back.
James lifted her head out of the water and then pushed it back in again.
He did this a few times. In the end, Kristie’s face turned pale, and her temperature dropped. It appeared that the medicine she took was beginning to take effect.
He pulled her out of the water, untied her, and carried her out of the bathroom. “Go find Mr. Tylinski and ask him for two sets of clothing.”