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."

There are plenty of people who like me. If I wanted, I could have women lining up for me. Do you believe

more arrogant someone appeared on the surface, the more insecure

might not be perfect, and someone perfect might not be able

"Only you refuse to

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

nodded, irritably tugging at his

you're saying I'm being

his breath made

and he stepped back a

you afraid

just woken from a dream, completely different from the furious

and gently shook my head,

suddenly slapped himself. "What

was about to slap himself a second time, I grabbed

I said, "Stop."

won't hurt you, never in my

straighten my clothes, looking quite serious as he spoke with his eyes

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

of tea to sober up. I

went to make him a

on the coffee table,

on his forehead,

to you guys.

I was slightly stunned.

Faris was at the hotel last night too,

let out a 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

all. Back then, I thought it was just

touching the tea. I found a blanket and covered

the baby. I knew he was awake from the

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

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

feeding, I handed the baby to the Postpartum Doula, asking her to take the

now-cold tea in one gulp, lit a cigarette, and asked me,

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

screen to him. "You... don't give

the cigarette,

needs a heart cure, but heart cures are hard to find. So, it can't be treated. Not

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