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.

Clara. Her eyes, brimming with tears, still held that familiar glint of desire that he couldn’t ignore. He bit back

tears for him? Seems like you’ve fallen pretty hard, Clara!” lan sneered, pushing Anders aside and advancing toward the bed with a menacing air. He gripped Clara’s chin firmly, his face a dark

her veins, Clara’s heart skipped a beat as lan’s icy fingers touched her skin. Mental images

wanted to tell him she was drugged, to tell him she was suffering and needed his help. But before 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

heart shredded by his words. She had no time for sorrow as she turned her attention to Anders, lying bloodied on the

talk,

Clara had lost consciousness. It was a long while before she was wheeled out

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