Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 199

Chapter 199 Don't Give Up on Treatment

"Faris, what the hell are you doing?" I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover up.

Faris grabbed my collar with one hand, his blood-red eyes locked on my neck before slowly moving up to my face.

"Wanna fuck." He bit his lip, holding back the last word, and stared at me with a stubborn, unwilling look.

Just then, Dakato burst in from the doorway, shouting, "Faris, let go."

Faris didn't even turn his head, just said coldly, "None of your business."

Dakato seemed momentarily speechless, her gaze at Faris becoming very complicated.

After a moment, she calmly said, "It's not my business, and I don't care about you. But I have a responsibility to protect Ms. Russell." Faris snorted. "If Ethan's got the guts, he can fly back right now."

Dakato stood her ground.

Faris suddenly turned his head and yelled at her, "What do you think I am? I won't do that. Can you just leave?"

"Dakato, you go out first," I said.

Dakato glanced at me, then at Faris's profile for a moment before turning and leaving the office.

I lowered my eyes, not wanting to meet his intense and complicated gaze.

"Move aside. I need to check on the kids."

Faris didn't move, but the hand holding my collar loosened. He placed both hands on either side of my body, pressing closer.

"Before you check on them, look at me first." His tone was noticeably calmer than before.

Maybe after biting down that word, he had forced himself to calm down.

"Look at me. How do I look?" he suddenly asked me.

I was speechless for a few seconds, then lowered my head and said, "Handsome!"

He suddenly grabbed my chin with one hand, turning my face towards him, and said rather gloomily, "You didn't even look at me."

I couldn't tell if he was pretending to be drunk. Sometimes, he acted like an angry lion, and other times like a hurt child.

I tried to smile sincerely. "Honestly."

you like me? What's wrong with me? I'll fix it. There are plenty of people who like me. If I wanted, I could have women lining up for me. Do you believe that?" When Faris said this, he curled one side of his lip, full

that the more arrogant someone appeared on the surface, the

sometimes irrational. The person who could enter one's heart might not be perfect, and

you refuse to look at me

awkwardly said, "I'm a divorced woman with two kids.

tugging at his

you're saying I'm being pathetic,

strong smell of alcohol in his breath made me instinctively lean

and he stepped back a bit, straightening me

afraid

had just woken from a dream, completely different from the furious

and gently shook my head, not saying

slapped himself. "What am I

slap himself

I said, "Stop."

afraid; I won't hurt you,

straighten my clothes, looking quite serious as

all drunk people, seeming a bit uncomfortable. He

a cup of tea to sober up. I drank too much

to make him a strong

table,

his forehead, eyes closed, and

night, right next door to you guys. You

I was slightly stunned.

at the hotel last

a kid, and when our dads were drinking and talking about arranging a marriage for us, I actually believed it. I really thought you'd

I wouldn't have remembered at all. Back then, I

touching the tea. I found

up, I was behind my desk, nursing the baby. I knew he was awake from the noise,

holding his head, I nervously said,

response, didn't get up, and didn't look this

feeding, I handed the baby to the Postpartum

a cigarette, and

out a self-deprecating laugh. "Just think of it as

shifted my gaze from the computer screen to him.

the cigarette, walked towards

a heart cure, but heart cures are hard to find. So, it can't be treated. Not giving up is useless; it's already in the

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