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."

asked, "Then why don't 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

remembered reading somewhere that the more arrogant someone appeared on the surface, the more insecure they

to be arrogant. But feelings were sometimes irrational. The person who could enter one's heart might not be perfect, and someone perfect might not be able to enter one's heart. "I believe you!"

you

awkwardly said, "I'm a

nodded, irritably tugging

I'm being

smell of alcohol in his breath made me instinctively

movement, and he stepped back a bit, straightening

you afraid

woken from a dream, completely different

and gently

slapped himself. "What

he was about to slap himself a second time,

I said, "Stop."

be afraid; I won't hurt you, never in

me straighten my clothes, looking quite serious

speaking, he shook his head, like all drunk people, seeming a bit uncomfortable. He lay down

a cup of tea to sober up. I drank too

and went to make him a strong cup

the coffee table,

hand on his forehead, eyes

know I drank all night, right next door to you guys. You were having a romantic time, and I was wasting a big room all

I was slightly stunned.

Faris was at the hotel last night too, right

were drinking and talking about arranging a marriage for us, I actually believed it. I really thought you'd be my wife someday. I was

hadn't brought it up, I wouldn't have remembered at all. Back then,

not even touching the tea. I found a

was behind my desk, nursing the baby. I knew he was awake from the noise, but the baby was feeding eagerly, and pulling away would make him

head, I nervously said,

get up, and didn't look

to the Postpartum Doula, asking

in one gulp, lit a cigarette, and asked me, "Am I going

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

computer screen to

cigarette,

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

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