CHAPTER 36: CHAPTER 36: WANT IT?

Frederick Fletcher shivered violently at those words.

Shane Yates spun around abruptly, and upon seeing what was on the ground, his face darkened suddenly.

He strode forward and kicked Frederick Fletcher into the corner.

Frederick’s body slid down the wall, but before he hit the ground, Shane grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

"You damn fool... are you really trying to die?" Shane’s voice was harsh, and the grip of his hand grew stronger.

"No, no, no!" Frederick shook his head frantically, sticking out his tongue for the last bit of air, "It’s.. just a sedative! Really, it’s just a sedative!"

Frederick couldn’t stop shivering, his will to survive peaking.

Upon hearing his words, the two present breathed a sigh of relief.

Blake Sinclair’s tense back finally relaxed, but the fear still lingering wouldn’t dissipate.

Thank goodness, thank goodness...

Holly, wrapped up in the blanket, was uncomfortably hot, squirming restlessly in his arms, emitting soft whimpering sounds.

Seeing this, Blake didn’t dare linger and walked out.

He gave Shane a look.

Shane nodded knowingly, "This floor is already cleared; leave this to me."

He looked at Holly in his arms, furrowing his brows, "She must have eaten something bad, you..."

"Get someone to send over the medicine." Blake left these words and quickly disappeared down the corridor.

The moment the door closed, the expression on Shane’s face grew completely cold.

He leisurely unbuttoned his cuff, motioning to the bodyguards by the door with his chin.

"Strip him and throw him back into the Fletcher family’s yard."

His voice carried a sinister calmness. "Watch them, don’t bring him home before three days, and send the photos to Ulysses Grant."

"Yes!"

Frederick’s trembling body heard the name ’Ulysses Grant’ and crawled to Shane like a dog, pleading humbly, "Shane, I beg you, don’t tell my brother! I’ll kowtow to you, I beg you!"

His head banged heavily against the floor, making a sound.

His forehead was already red and swollen, coupled with the bruising on his face, making him look both ridiculous and pitiful.

Shane kicked him aside, the tip of his shoe against Frederick’s chin, and bent down slightly, "Scared now?"

"No, my brother mustn’t know..." He cupped Shane’s shoe with his hands, wagging his tail and begging, "Shane, for the sake of us knowing each other since childhood...."

"Heh." Shane sneered, "You should be grateful it was Second Master Sinclair who found you today, if it were Ulysses..."

Frederick began trembling violently, a patch on his underwear turned damp.

With distaste, Shane withdrew his foot and turned to leave.

The corridor echoed with Frederick’s heart-wrenching cries for help, but they soon faded away...

Blake carried Holly towards the suite at the very back.

The blanket around Holly was almost entirely pulled off her, dragging on the ground, with just a corner hanging at her ankle.

Her body was scorching hot, even starting to tug at her own dress.

"Ugh.. hot..."

The neckline of her dress was crumpled by her grasping, and eventually, Blake had to carry her over his shoulder.

Back at the hotel, as soon as she was placed on the bed, Holly cried out, "So hot..."

Her consciousness was hazy, eyelashes wet with tears, frowning and pulling at her already disheveled dress.

While Blake fetched some water, he heard behind him a soft ripping sound of fabric.

When he returned, he saw she had already torn the side neckline of her dress, her shoulder entirely exposed, and she looked up at the sound, her misty eyes gazing over.

Blake’s breath paused for a moment, his voice slightly taut, "Holly, drink some water first."

He brought drinking water over, gently grasping her hand, supporting her body against his, and brought the cup to her lips.

Holly wasn’t concerned with any of this, only wanting to snuggle against something cool, but her hands were confined, she could only half-close her eyes and nuzzle around with her chin.

She was completely unaware of how enticing she looked at the moment.

Her dark hair splayed out in a mess across Blake’s chest, and she tilted her chin like a kitten rubbing against his neck, her peach-colored lips occasionally brushing his jaw.

Blake’s breath tightened, "Holly, be good, drink the water first."

He exuded a gentle spring-like aura.

Holly paused her movements momentarily, her lips suddenly met something cool, and her lips were moistened.

"Drink some water first, okay, hmm?"

The upward intonation of the ’hmm’ hushed Holly, she looked up at him, her head muddled, instinctively taking small sips from the cup.

The tepid water trickled down her throat, the coolness replenishing her, slightly cooling down the intense heat of her body, she seemed to have found an antidote, sticking out her tongue for more.

The cup soon emptied, and Holly shook her head discontentedly, the last sip of water tracing from the cup edge down her chin and into her neckline.

Holly twisted her body in discomfort.

Blake set the empty cup aside, wrapping her in his arms, his chin rested atop her head, gently soothing, "Holly, be good; the medicine will be here soon."

Holly was already uncomfortable, and something in his words seemed to trigger her, making her bristle, wriggling in his arms.

"I don’t want to, I’m not behaving, I want to take off my clothes..."

But before she could finish, Blake pressed her back into his embrace.

His palm lightly stroked her back, the coolness from his hand mellowed her restlessness somewhat.

Blake lowered his head, his nose almost brushing her chin, coaxing her like a child: "You’ll get sick if you take off your clothes. Be good."

Holly suddenly calmed, looking up at him.

Under the dim bedside lamp, Blake’s outline was impossibly gentle, his thin lips slightly pressed, and especially those amber eyes, seemed to possess a sort of magic, mesmerizing her.

"You’re really handsome."

Holly seemed to have found a treasure, randomly patting Blake’s face.

From his brow bone to the corners of his lips, carrying a searing heat, yet he didn’t evade, only looked down at her, his eyes deep as an ocean.

Suddenly, Holly leaned forward, brushing her lips against his.

Very lightly.

Blake thought of a butterfly poised on the German irises in the back garden.

But soon, the butterfly landed and flew away again.

However, the butterfly seemed to have found pleasure and wanted to linger once more, but the flower seemed shy.

When Holly leaned in again, Blake turned his head to avoid her.

His amber eyes gradually filled with an inexplicable emotion.

Indeed, it was the taste of peaches.

"Hm?"

Holly, the little butterfly, was a bit disgruntled, chasing after his lips, brushing against them, and even grabbing his hand to press against her hot cheek.

Blake remained motionless, like a graceful gentleman, allowing her exploration, only the fierce beating of his heart reminding him this moment was real.

"You’re so cool."

Holly, at some point, turned around, sitting in his lap, her head nestled in his neck, rubbing occasionally, sticking out her tongue intermittently.

When the soft flesh of his neck was bitten, Blake held his breath, instinctively tightening his grip around her waist.

"It hurts." Holly grumbled discontentedly.

"Holly, come down." Blake’s voice was terribly deep.

Even though the air conditioning was at its lowest, the room’s temperature was steadily rising.

Their temperatures continued to climb.

Holly panted lightly beside his ear, "Your body is so cool, so comfortable, I really like you."

Blake pulled her back a bit, gazing down at the person in front of him, her fair face flushed an abnormal red.

Even knowing her mind wasn’t clear, upon hearing those words, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter, and finally, he sighed helplessly.

Holly’s ’ice block’ she had worked hard to obtain suddenly vanished.

She felt an unbearable void, reaching out to wrap her arms around the man’s shoulders, craving more, but no matter what she did, he remained unresponsive.

Completely huffed!

And just then, Blake suddenly clasped her nape, pulling her into his embrace, his voice low and hoarse: "Do you want it?"