No Strings Attached

Chapter 128

Every time she said something like that, lan found himself unable to resist her. More often than not, dinner would have to wait because he’d end up devouring her first.

It was only in moments like that lan truly felt what happiness was. He now realized he’d once had this kind of bliss in his life, but he’d destroyed it with his own hands.

Every time those memories resurfaced, a sharp pain stabbed relentlessly at his heart.

Hunched over with a ghastly pale face, he looked at Ryker and said icily, “I’m not dead yet!” Ryker didn’t show any of the brotherly concern you might expect. Instead, a mischievous smirk played on his lips. “You look half–dead to me. And besides, why should Ms. Clara wait for you to kick the bucket? You’re not her man.”

lan felt like Ryker was a thorn sent by Mr. Marco himself, always poking right where it hurt the most. His pale lips twitched with disdain as he glared at Ryker. “You’re still wet behind the ears, kid. Think you can compete with me for a woman? Dream on!”

Ryker wasn’t the least bit offended. His laughter was even more reckless and free–spirited. He rested his sweaty hands on his hips, oozing masculinity as he retorted, “Not sure if I’m all grown–up? Maybe I should check, huh?” He made a motion as if he were about to drop his trousers.

annoyance. “Get back to your

whipped up some breakfast, and she’s waiting to eat with me,” Ryker shot

he called out cheerily, “Ms. Clara, I’m

gentle voice carried from inside. “Wash up, breakfast

as if blood was about to spill out. He grabbed Ryker’s wrist, weakly calling into the house,

would shut the door and Clara wouldn’t see him fall ill, that

that, man. I didn’t even touch you.

his foot, Ryker realized that lan had genuinely passed out. He immediately called into

been busy preparing comforting oatmeal in the kitchen when she heard the commotion. She immediately dashed out, finding lan pale and