No Strings Attached

Chapter 133

The moment lan’s cryptic words about distraction made sense to Clara, she found herself fighting back with a fiery spirit that she didn’t even know she possessed. She pounded on lan’s chest with all her might, her voice a mixture of rage and desperation, “lan, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Let go of me!”

His breath was already ragged, but now it seemed to catch in his throat at her resistance.

As he encircled Clara once more, inhaling the floral scent that seemed to cling to her, hist mind reeled as if he’d gone completely mad. He ignored the IV needle in his wrist, ignored Clara’s punches, and bent his head to capture her lips in a kiss that was never meant to be.

As their lips were about to touch, Clara felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation. He had said he didn’t want her and never loved her, so why was he still clinging to her?

She recoiled from his kiss, her mind racing with desperation. Fumbling on the nightstand, her hand found a glass of water, which she brought crashing down upon lan’s head with strength fueled by pure adrenaline.

Clara, usually as gentle as a kitten, had managed to strike lan so hard that blood began to flow from a gash on his forehead.

lan froze, the sensation of warm blood tracing a path down his cheek and jawline before dropping onto Clara’s delicate face, rendering him momentarily still. In this state, Clara’s beauty seemed fractured yet somehow more striking.

despite the situation. “Attorney Clara, that’s domestic violence.”

from under lan and frantically

rushed in, taking in the scene with a start. “What in the world happened here?” the

smeared in blood, lan looked towards Clara, his voice calm, “I ticked her off, and

dabbing at lan’s wound with cotton balls while trying to lighten the mood, “As a couple, you should talk it out instead of getting physical. That’s quite the cut. It might scar. Once it’s healed, why not pick

to brighten

itch of his rash became unnoticeable, and the pain from his wound seemed to vanish. He looked at Clara and said,

1/2

to health.

understand young folks these days. Why not just enjoy life instead

treating lan’s wound, the doctor

riddled with rash and his head wrapped in gauze, found her voice slightly hoarse. “I didn’t mean to