No Strings Attached

Chapter 95

lan glared at the disheveled Anders, and his molars clenched in suppressed rage. “Do you think I won’t touch you just ‘cause your old man’s got pull?” he sneered.

Without waiting for Anders to snap out of his shock, lan lunged like a predator, pinning him to the ground and unleashing a flurry of blows.

Visions of Clara, flushed and disheveled in her nightgown, sprawled across the bed filled lan’s mind. Her hair was damp, and her neck flushed red. He knew this image of Clara all too well–she was his woman, yet here she was, lying in bed with another man.

This bitter pill was something lan couldn’t swallow. His punches landed with increasing ferocity, giving Anders no chance to defend himself.

Just then, a feeble voice cut through the chaos. “lan, stop it!” Clara’s words, meant to be stern, came out weak and breathless due to her frail condition.

his assault, his eyes bloodshot as he turned toward Clara. Her eyes, brimming with tears, still held that familiar glint of desire that he

lan sneered, pushing Anders aside and advancing toward the bed with a menacing air. He gripped Clara’s chin firmly, his face a dark shadow looming over her.

a beat as lan’s icy fingers touched her skin. Mental images of their past wild encounters flashed through her mind, intensified by the

she could speak, lan’s voice came, chilling to the core. “Clara, you think I care who you’re with? You’re just another notch on my belt, a plaything I’ve grown tired of. I’m done

she turned her attention to Anders, lying bloodied on the

and bruised, struggled to his feet. “Don’t talk, save your strength.

It was a long

to the doctor’s side. “Dr. Kork, how is she?”