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Fuming with rage, Glenda reluctantly spat, “Fine. I’ll ask the servant to pack your and your mother’s things up.”
However, Ciara was not willing to trust Glenda’s words. “No need,” she said firmly. “I’ll do it myself.” She was determined to ensure that all of her and her mother’s possessions were returned to her safe and sound.
Glenda, intimidated by Adrian’s earlier display of power, could only comply as Ciara went to her room to pack up.
As Ciara packed, she suddenly felt something obstruct her foot. Looking down, she was startled to find the wheel of Adrian’s wheelchair, only to realize that he had silently entered the room behind her.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you.” Quickly stepping back, Ciara apologized for the unintentional collision. As she peered around the room, she realized that Adrian’s assistant had not followed him in, leaving them alone in the enclosed space.
Her heart raced with uncertainty, unsure of what to expect next.
Ciara’s voice faltered as she spoke. “Thank you for coming here today.”
Adrian glanced at her and said nothing. Although he was cold and gloomy, he was undeniably handsome. Feeling shy, Ciara looked away.
She quickly added, “I know you don’t appreciate my presence, so I promise not to disturb you in the future. But if there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to call me.
Adrian let out a derisive snort. “You’re thanking me too soon. Remember, I’m not helping you out of the kindness of my heart. It’s in my best interest to make sure you get what you’re entitled to. Did you not read the contract carefully before you signed it?”
Ciara’s heart sank as she wondered what she might have missed. “What are you talking about?”
In haste, she extracted the bulky file from her bag and rapidly flipped through the pages.
Earlier, overwhelmed with delight at the thought that Adrian had come to assist her, Ciara had foolishly signed the document without thoroughly examining it.
It wasn’t until this moment that she realized that she had signed yet another gift agreement that stated that everything she owned would now belong to Adrian.
The attorney had already left with a signed copy to have it registered, and it was now far too late to reverse her error.
A wave of absurdity washed over her as she felt both rage and amusement simultaneously Just as she had dealt with her wicked stepmother and half-sister, she had now been ensnared in Adrian’s trap.
Ciara tossed the document aside, casting a cold glare at Adrian. “You don’t have to resort to such dirty tactics. All I want is my mother’s belongings. I’ll give you my part of the Mitchell family’s property.”
“The assets, including your mother’s belongings, are already mine,” Adrian responded coldly, his hand resting on the wheelchair’s armrest.
How audacious of him!
Ciara was so outraged she could hardly speak. She took a deep breath to steady herself and tried to reason with him in a calm tone. “I know you’re not interested in those things. What is it that you want?”
“Beg me and make me happy.” Adrian looked at Ciara indifferently, like a haughty and ruthless monarch.
Their eyes met, and emotions flared.
Ciara averted her gaze and uttered two words stoically. “Please, sir.”
“Is that how one begs?” Adrian furrowed his brows in displeasure. His conduct was as haughty as his demeanor.
There was a prolonged silence before Ciara smiled.
She slowly crouched down, leaned in toward Adrian, and asked, “How would you like me to beg? Like this?”
Ciara’s hand landed gently on Adrian’s chest, and she slowly approached him.
His arms, which had previously been relaxed on the armrests of the wheelchair, now became tense.
Their close proximity was electric, charged with the chemistry that crackled between them. Ciara’s alluring scent enveloped Adrian. Her hand trailed from his chest to his shoulder, her voice low and seductive as she whispered in his ear, “Or like this?”
Adrian’s lips curved into a sardonic smile. His gaze was cold. “Is that all you’ve got?” he drawled, his voice low and husky.
Ciara pointed a finger at Adrian’s chest, tracing the contours of his body with a tantalizing touch. “But your heartbeat tells a different story,” she murmured.
Adrian’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as he lifted Ciara’s chin. “Well then,” he said resolutely, “since you’ve come to me, I don’t see any harm in indulging ourselves.”
Adrian’s eyes glimmered with an icy disdain that reflected his lack of interest. The silence between them was broken by the sound of his clothes rubbing together, and he inched closer to Ciara.
Just as their lips were about to meet, a wicked grin spread across Ciara’s face, and she tilted her head to sink her teeth into Adrian’s lips, drawing blood.
Adrian recoiled in shock, his lips throbbing with the pain. He pushed Ciara away. “What the hell? Are you a rabid dog?”
Ciara straightened herself up, her eyes flashing with resentment. “I’m nothing like you.”
She sneered at him, grabbed her packed suitcase, and strutted away, leaving Adrian alone.
Adrian’s countenance soured, but he pushed his wheelchair forward and trailed behind her silently.
As Ciara and Adrian emerged from the entrance of the Mitchell family’s house, Flora hustled to catch up with them.
“Hold up!”
Ciara halted and spun around, coming face- to-face with Flora. She detected the glint of jealousy and resentment in Flora’s eyes, and Ciara knew exactly what was coming.