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Chapter 138
Chapter 138
Thinking that the scab on Christopher’s leg would fall off the following day, Cecilia nodded in
agreement.
“All right. Let’s go to Yancey Corporation together tomorrow.”
After saying that, she had her bodyguard send the antique to Matthias‘ auction with a detailed
introduction.
While waiting for dinner, she leaned against the couch and closed her eyes to rest.
The terrible images from three years ago surfaced in her mind.
The mission back then had been to deal with a terrorist attack.
A man had suffered an attack on his family of eight, leaving him as the sole survivor and leading him to
become
world–weary.
Strapping bombs all over his body, he had planned to blow up a natural gas pipeline in the city center.
Security was tight at the natural gas pipeline, and ordinary homemade bombs were difficult to
detonate.
Nonetheless, due to how crowded it was in the city center and to avoid unnecessary casualties, it was
imperative to stop the man’s attack.
It was not a tough mission. They only had to snatch away the detonator or shoot the man.
Cecilia’s team had taken on the mission and devised a foolproof plan.
Alas, the information they had was inaccurate. The explosives
on the man were actually TNT bombs, and he was not the only human bomb.
The captain’s plan was also leaked, making the six members of the team sitting ducks.
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No matter how skilled they were, they could not avoid bullets and bombs,
Soon, two in their team had been killed while the other four were injured.
With the exception of Cecilia, who had only sustained graze wounds from bullets, all the others had
been attacked with bombs.
Only then did they realize the other party’s goal was to capture Cecilia.
The other party had come prepared, and they were no match for them.
In the face of brute strength, it was impossible to gain victory with wisdom.
If they fought recklessly, they would die in vain, and Cecilia would be taken away.
Hence, the other three decided to protect Cecilia with their lives.
Knowing she would never agree to that, they knocked her out and used all their strength to take her to
an abandoned
warehouse.
Then, they destroyed the warehouse with a cleverly–positioned
blast.
The warehouse collapsed, and there was rubble everywhere. Everyone thought all four of them had
died.
However, Cecilia survived thanks to the narrow space the trio had formed with their bodies.
When she woke up, it was dark, and a strong smell of blood filled her nostrils.
She had reached out blindly. Upon touching the three stiff bodies, she nearly had a breakdown.
The memory sent tears rolling down from the corners of
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Cecilia’s eyes. She also clenched her hands that were resting limply on the couch so tightly that they
clicked.
Christopher, who was following up on the investigation progress, heard the sound and turned to look at
her.
A crystal–like tear slipped down to her chin and clung there. His heart broke at the sight.
Setting down his phone, he wiped away the tear with his index finger.
The tear was cold, yet it felt so scorching hot that his finger trembled slightly.
Without saying anything, he held her gently in his arms and dried the tears on her face by kissing
them.
She did not resist.
Instead, she relaxed her balled fists and opened her wet eyes. Her long eyelashes brushed over his
soft lips, tickling them. He looked at her tenderly. “Ceci, if you’re sad, just say it. I can help you share
the burden.”
Moved by his words, she put an arm around his neck and kissed him.
His lips were thin, soft, and kissable.
An inexperienced kisser, she slowly traced his lips, her movements gentle and earnest.
Christopher’s heart beat violently, and he deepened the kiss.
A long while later, he released Cecilia reluctantly and asked in a hoarse voice, “Are you feeling better?
If not, let’s kiss again.”
His husky voice in her ear stirred her heart.
A deep crimson crept over her delicate face.
When he lowered his head again and moved closer, she turned
away.
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Cecilia’s eyes. She also clenched her hands that were resting limply on the couch so tightly that they
clicked.
Christopher, who was following up on the investigation progress, heard the sound and turned to look at
her.
A crystal–like tear slipped down to her chin and clung there. His heart broke at the sight.
Setting down his phone, he wiped away the tear with his index finger.
The tear was cold, yet it felt so scorching hot that his finger trembled slightly.
Without saying anything, he held her gently in his arms and dried the tears on her face by kissing
them.
She did not resist.
Instead, she relaxed her balled fists and opened her wet eyes. Her long eyelashes brushed over his
soft lips, tickling them. He looked at her tenderly. “Ceci, if you’re sad, just say it. I can help you share
the burden.”
Moved by his words, she put an arm around his neck and kissed him.
His lips were thin, soft, and kissable.
An inexperienced kisser, she slowly traced his lips, her movements gentle and earnest.
Christopher’s heart beat violently, and he deepened the kiss. A long while later, he released Cecilia
reluctantly and asked in a hoarse voice, “Are you feeling better? If not, let’s kiss again.” His husky voice
in her ear stirred her heart.
A deep crimson crept over her delicate face.
When he lowered his head again and moved closer, she turned
away.
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His lips touched her face, and he chuckled,
Letting her go, he straightened up and said, “Ceci, what happened three years ago is in the past. Don’t
dwell on it. You have to move on.”
Cecilia was unsurprised by how observant Christopher was, for there were not many things that could
make her cry.
She leaned against the back of the couch and pushed the stray strands of hair around her face behind
her ear.
“I can only put it behind me completely by catching the mastermind.”
He held her hand and solemnly promised, “Ceci, give me some time. I’ll definitely help you catch him.”
She believed him. After all, Quilton was his territory.
“I believe you can do it.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than the butler motioned from not far away that dinner was
ready.
In truth, it had been ready for a few minutes. It was just that the butler did not want to disturb them
while the pair were kissing.
Christopher pulled Cecilia up.
“Let’s have dinner first. We’ll have the investigation results in two to three hours.”
It was already dark by the time they finished eating.
A thick, black veil seemed to cover the sky, and there was only a faint glow where the sun was setting.
Feeling a little too full, Cecilia got up to take a stroll in the back. garden.
Christopher accompanied her.
In order not to aggravate his leg injury, she deliberately slowed down her pace.
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As she passed the pond, she stopped to gaze at the verdant green lotus leaves and took a deep
breath.
The faint fragrance of the lotus leaves was crisp and refreshing.
Seeing the smile on her lips, he asked, “Why don’t you move into Emerald Mansion when we get back
to Quilton? How about that?”
This time, she did not refuse.
“Okay. Build a greenhouse for me.”
Instead of growing flowers, she wanted to cultivate some rare medicinal herbs.
Needless to say, he did not refuse her small request.
“Sure. The golf course to the west of Emerald Mansion is large enough to build a greenhouse. Do you
have any requirements?” She was speechless. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
She thought, ‘Building a greenhouse on a golf course? Even a flower market isn’t that big!‘
“It doesn’t have to be that big. I won’t be able to take proper care of it. Give me one day. I’ll come up
with the design for you.”
“Okay. Tell me what flowers you like in advance so I can prepare them.”
Cecilia took Christopher’s arm and continued walking.
“I don’t want to plant flowers but herbs. You’re not familiar with this aspect, so I’ll do it myself.”
“Don’t underestimate me. I may be unfamiliar with medicinal herbs, but I have connections in this field,”
he responded with a smile.
As they walked, they chatted about herb planting.
It was mainly for him to understand what the herbs needed to grow so he could construct different
zones when building the
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greenhouse.
By the time they returned to the main building, he had a rough idea for the greenhouse.
The pair went upstairs to the bedroom.
After showering, she helped him apply medicine to his wound.
Since he had walked so much that day, the scab that should have fallen off naturally the following day
had already been rubbed off that morning.
There was some bleeding as the wound had yet to heal completely.
While it was not serious, he would have to apply the medicine again.
As for the wound on his arm, it appeared to have become slightly inflamed.
“Don’t worry. It’s nothing,” he said, gazing at her as she frowned.
After helping him apply the medicine, she reminded him, “Don’t sleep on your arm at night.”
He leaned closer to her with a smile in his eyes. “I can’t
promise you that. Why don’t you sleep with me and look after me?”