No Strings Attached

Chapter 133

The moment lan’s cryptic words about distraction made sense to Clara, she found herself fighting back with a fiery spirit that she didn’t even know she possessed. She pounded on lan’s chest with all her might, her voice a mixture of rage and desperation, “lan, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Let go of me!” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

His breath was already ragged, but now it seemed to catch in his throat at her resistance.

As he encircled Clara once more, inhaling the floral scent that seemed to cling to her, hist mind reeled as if he’d gone completely mad. He ignored the IV needle in his wrist, ignored Clara’s punches, and bent his head to capture her lips in a kiss that was never meant to be.

As their lips were about to touch, Clara felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation. He had said he didn’t want her and never loved her, so why was he still clinging to her?

She recoiled from his kiss, her mind racing with desperation. Fumbling on the nightstand, her hand found a glass of water, which she brought crashing down upon lan’s head with strength fueled by pure adrenaline.

Clara, usually as gentle as a kitten, had managed to strike lan so hard that blood began to flow from a gash on his forehead.

lan froze, the sensation of warm blood tracing a path down his cheek and jawline before dropping onto Clara’s delicate face, rendering him momentarily still. In this state, Clara’s beauty seemed fractured yet somehow more striking.

A low chuckle escaped him despite the situation. “Attorney Clara, that’s domestic violence.”

Petrified by her actions, Clara scrambled off from under lan and frantically pressed the call button for help.

Within moments, the doctor rushed in, taking in the scene with a start. “What in the world happened here?” the doctor exclaimed.

With a face smeared in blood, lan looked towards Clara, his voice calm, “I ticked her off, and she lashed out.”

The doctor quickly got to work, dabbing at lan’s wound with cotton balls while trying to lighten the mood, “As a couple, you should talk it out instead of getting physical. That’s quite the cut. It might scar. Once it’s healed, why not pick up some scar cream? It’d be a shame to mar such a handsome face.”

The term ‘couple‘ seemed to brighten lan’s mood.

The itch of his rash became unnoticeable, and the pain from his wound seemed to vanish. He looked at Clara and said, “Scars don’t matter. As long as she’s here to nurse me back

to health.

The doctor shook his head in bemusement. “I’ll never understand young folks these days. Why not just enjoy life instead of all this roughhousing?”

After treating lan’s wound, the doctor left.

Clara, looking at lan with his face riddled with rash and his head wrapped in gauze, found her voice slightly hoarse. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

lan showed no sign of blame, instead speaking with a gentleness that surprised her, “You’ve got me looking like this. Can you at least keep me company?”

Clara looked down, “I can stay, but you can’t make any moves.”

“Deal. I won’t touch you.”

The rest of the night passed without incident.

As lan’s IV finished and his rash subsided, he regained his dashing composure despite the bandage on his forehead.

While Clara was fetching his medication, Dawson walked in and did a double–take at the sight of lan. “Mr. Hayes, what happened to your forehead?”

lan glanced at him coldly, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Domestic bliss.”

Dawson caught the implication immediately. Looking at lan’s smug expression, hel couldn’t help but remark, “So, Attorney Clara got the better of you, huh? Good on her! She should have gone a few rounds to even the score for all the times you’ve given her grief.”

lan’s eyebrows knit together in annoyance. “You enjoy this, don’t you?”

“Of course not,” Dawson quickly backtracked. “I mean, they say love is a playful shove, a kiss with a fist. My girl throws punches at me all the time,”