Men 2

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Chapter 2

The strong smell of blood flooded Veronica’s nostrils. She frowned, feeling the warm, damp touch of the man’s body against her waist.

In the darkness, Veronica couldn’t make out his face. But based on her instincts, she could tell he was tall, broad, and badly injured,

The feeling of his arm draped across her neck wasn’t pleasant, not to mention that most of his body weight was pressing down on her,

Just as Veronica was about to make a move, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and from the sound of them, it was clear there were quite a few people.

The man in front of her was already breathing more shallowly than before. Veronica furrowed her brows ever so slightly, thinking. “This is such a hassle. She hated hassles.

The door to the hotel room was being knocked heavily, as though someone was trying to break it down. After a few minutes, the door was finally opened.

Behind it stood Veronica, dressed in a bathrobe, her petite figure radiating the steam from her shower. She lazily leaned against the doorframe and questioned, “What’s the matter?”

The man who had knocked froze, his gaze lingering on Veronica. One of the men in a hotel uniform asked, “Hello, Ms. Weston. Is there anything unusual going on in your room?”

“Unusual?” Veronica raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?

“Well, you see, an escaped convict injured one of our guests in the presidential suite and managed to escape,” he spoke while glancing inside, clearly trying to confirm whether there was anyone else inside.

Veronica pondered, ‘An escaped convict? She smiled, shifting slightly to one side, “Would you like to come in and search?”

She turned and walked back into the room, showing no intention of stopping these people from entering.

The hotel staff member leading the group knew Veronica’s identity and didn’t dare to be too forward. But he wasn’t willing to leave without checking, so he left the others outside and entered with an apologetic smile.

Veronica shot him a glance before stepping into the bathroom. “Don’t mess up my things. Once you’re done searching, lock the door on

your way out.”

The bathroom door slammed shut behind her, and the staff member stared at it, hesitating. He hadn’t searched that room yet.

But then he reconsidered, thinking, ‘Ms. Weston has no reason to help an escaped convict. After all, she’s just a girl. There’s no way she’d have the guts to stay in the same room with a cold–blooded, murderous fugitive.

The sound of the bathroom faucet running filled the air. Amid the steady flow of water, Veronica heard the footsteps of the staff leaving the room and the sound of the door being locked.

Only then did she walk over to the bathtub and reach in to pull the man out from where he lay, hidden beneath the rose petals that filled the tub.

The man’s face was pale, his eyes tightly closed, and his tightly shut lips were just as pasty, Veronica’s hand gripped his arm, which was burning hot, yet his body trembled uncontrollably. He was running a high fever, but he didn’t utter a sound.

When Veronica had placed him in the bathtub earlier, he had still been conscious. Without a word, he had climbed in, fully aware that soaking in water could be life–threatening. But before a greater danger approached, he had chosen the former without hesitation.

Veronica thought of her dog, Bear, whom she had once cared for. That was the main reason she had decided to help this man.

Raymond Harrington was freezing. A boundless chill swept through him, colder than when he had been thrown into an icy lake as a child at an orphanage

He felt like he could hear the merciless, mocking laughter of those people in his ears. He clenched his teeth, his mouth filled with a metallic taste.

“Relax. You can’t take the medicine if you keep your teeth clenched like that, Veronica said.

She frowned, watching Raymond lying on the bed with his teeth clenched tightly. She couldn’t tell if he was having a nightmare or if he was in unbearable pain.

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Veronica glanced at the medicine in her hand, now cold. Without hesitation, she reached for one of the acupuncture needles on the side and poked it at the corner of his mouth.

The sharp, tingling sensation made Raymond stop gritting his teeth, and Veronica immediately poured the entire cup of medicine down his throat.

“You’re such a handful, much worse than Bear, she complained.

After finally getting the medicine into Raymond, Veronica threw the blood–stained clothes into the trash bag, packed it up, washed up. and changed into clean clothes. She then collapsed onto the sofa by the window and fell asleep.

Worried that Raymond might still have a high fever in the middle of the night, Veronica woke up just before dawn. She groggily got up with her eyes closed, touched his forehead, and found that his fever had subsided. Then she went back to sleep.

As the morning sun bathed the entire city, Veronica slept soundly on the sofa in the hotel suite, with the heavy curtains blocking the sunlight. On the bed, Raymond, the injured man, was the first to wake, disturbed by the urgent need to relieve himself.

He opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar place. A flash of cold, murderous intent crossed his gaze, and instinctively, he tried to sit up. However, when he moved, the flesh bandage on his waist pulled, and the pain made him frown.

Fragments of last night’s events flashed in his mind. He remembered he’d been set up and severely injured, fleeing to an empty hotel room where he met a woman. Thinking of her, he looked around, seeing Veronica curled up on the sofa by the window.

The thin floral blanket was bunched up around her, and she had wrapped herself in it, holding it close.

Veronica’s long hair, scattered and messy, draped over her cheeks, resting on the blanket. Her face, partially visible through her hair, looked beautiful in the sunlight. Raymond’s gaze darkened slightly,

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Fyou keep staring. I’ll start charging, Veronica spoke in a sweet, soft voice. It was still laced with sleepiness, like a gentle breeze caressing the mountains in spring–tender, dreamy, and just as irresistible as a cat playfully scratching at one’s heart.

Raymond moved slightly, preparing to get up.

“Do you want your waist to recover or not? Veronica’s voice, still carrying the innocence of youth, sounded again, causing Raymond to

pause.

On the sofa, Veronica lazily sat up, the floral blanket still draped over her. She ran her fingers through her messy, long hair, tilting her head as she looked at Raymond.

The morning sunlight was warm. A beam of light slipped through the crack in the curtains, falling perfectly on the sofa, enveloping the petite figure of Veronica in a golden halo.

Her eyes, focused on Raymond, were clear and bright, without a hint of cloudiness. They shone even more brightly than the morning

A strange feeling spread in Raymond’s chest, and he found it deeply unsettling. He didn’t like things he couldn’t control. His expression remained cold, his eyes icy as he stared at Veronica. His voice was just as frigid as his gaze. “Who are you?”

Veronica was left speechless

At Weston Villa

Villa, the atmosphere at the dining table between Linda and her daughter, Chloe, was tense.

Chloe was furning, yelling. “This is so infuriating. That bumpkin actually dared to stay at a hotel? And at Royale International Hotel, no less? That’s a five–star hotel. Does she really think she deserves to be there with her status?”

Chloe thought, Last night, we purposely closed the door to teach that hillbilly Veronica a lesson. I can’t believe that she’d dare go to a hotel:

Linda took a sip of her red wine and smiled, speaking softly, “Sweetheart, have you forgotten what I’ve always taught you! Don’t go around calling her a bumpkin. She’s your sister.”

Chloe scoffed, “Mom, how could a bumpkin from a poor village like her possibly be my sister? Just thinking about how tacky and plain she must look makes me want to scream. And now you want me to treat her like my sister?