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."

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

more arrogant someone appeared on the surface, the more insecure

heart might not be perfect, and someone perfect

snorted, looking displeased. "Only you

"I'm a divorced woman with two kids. Even if I looked

nodded, irritably tugging at his

I'm being

in his breath

he noticed this small movement, and he stepped back a

you afraid of

this, he seemed a bit dazed, like he had just woken from a dream, completely different from the furious lion he

gently shook my head, not saying

himself. "What am I

himself a second time, I grabbed

I said, "Stop."

be afraid; I won't hurt you, never

clothes, looking quite serious as

seeming a bit uncomfortable. He lay down on a nearby sofa, patting

to sober up. I drank too much last night. My

sighed and went to make him a strong cup

coffee table,

his

next door to you guys. You were having a romantic time, and I was wasting a

I was slightly stunned.

hotel last night too,

bitter laugh. "When I was 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 be my wife someday. I was so naive, not knowing how much a decade could change

it up, I wouldn't have remembered at all. Back then, I thought it was

until he eventually fell asleep, not even touching the

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

sit up, holding his head, I nervously said, "I'm

up, and

Postpartum Doula, asking her to take the

lit a cigarette, and asked me, "Am I

laugh. "Just think of it as

shifted my gaze from the computer screen to him. "You... don't give up on

the cigarette,

cures are hard to find. So, it can't be treated. Not giving

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