Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 67

Miranda was initially fuming with frustration and anger, but hearing Elian's words, she couldn't muster the energy to argue with his brash behavior.

Today, she had used a particularly intricate acupuncture technique to treat Mr. Ashcroft. This method, passed down through generations at NexMed Labs, was renowned for its utmost complexity and power. Performing this technique required immense skill and exerted a significant toll on the practitioner, both mentally and physically. In her previous life, it wouldn't have been an issue, but in her current body, she felt the strain.

She had been trying to take better care of herself, but it wasn't enough. After all, in her past life, she'd practically grown up in a medicinal pool, while now, she was merely a novice. So, after the treatment, Miranda felt exhausted.

Elian was driving, speaking softly about the origin of Mr. Ashcroft's illness.

"Grandpa caught this disease twenty years ago, just like his comrades. Everyone stationed in that area seems to get it, and out of those, eighty percent die horribly. Only a few survive, but they're in constant pain, needing medication to stay alive.

"Those who passed away turned into as if a rabid beast, gnawing their peers' flesh, until they started eating themselves.

He continued, and then noticed Miranda had fallen silent. Glancing over, he saw she had fallen asleep, her complexion not as radiant as she used to, even a tab pale; she looked weary.

take her home. Thankfully, he had arranged for her

lips as he parked outside her villa. Instead of waking her, Elian found himself just watching her, lost in

this scene, momentarily surprised to see Elian's car.

Elian gestured for silence, nodding

too busy, she'd stop by, bringing some stuff for Miranda. When Miranda finally stirred, it was dark outside, and she was still in Elian's car, though feeling more

you wake me?" she asked,

at Miranda, eyes dripping with delight. "You looked so peaceful. Didn't want to risk

warmth. Miranda tried to wake herself up more; she opened

a minute. Why was she thanking him? He insisted on

his tone amused. She heard the engine start as

disappear,

he misunderstand something? Should she clarify that her interest in his physique was purely scientific, like admiring a perfectly

her mind, but she dismissed it. Human attraction often boiled down to hormones

her forehead, mumbling to herself, "I really need to