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."

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,

arrogant someone appeared

who could enter one's heart might not be perfect, and someone perfect might not be able to enter one's

looking displeased. "Only you refuse

look up at his hurt expression and awkwardly said, "I'm a divorced woman with two kids. Even if I looked

irritably tugging at his

I'm being pathetic,

of alcohol in his breath made me instinctively lean back

he stepped back a bit, straightening me

you afraid of

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

lowered my eyes and gently shook my head,

suddenly slapped himself. "What am I

he was about to slap himself a second

I said, "Stop."

won't hurt you,

clothes, looking quite serious

seeming a

to sober up.

went to make him a strong cup

on the coffee table, I asked, "How much did

hand on his

don't know. I just know I drank all night, right next door to you guys. You were having a romantic time,

I was slightly stunned.

the hotel last night too, right

and talking about arranging a marriage for us, I actually believed it. I really thought you'd

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

even touching the tea. I found a blanket and

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

head, I nervously

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

Postpartum Doula, asking her to take the baby

gulp, lit a cigarette, and asked me,

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

my gaze from the computer screen to him.

the cigarette,

find. So, it can't be treated. Not giving up is useless;

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