Chapter 188 Juniper, It Hurts.
"It's almost October, and the weather's cooling down. If you don't exercise, just wiping yourself down for half a month without a shower isn't that bad," Juniper said matter-of-factly.
But Magnus wasn't having it. He'd rather get his wound wet than go that long without a shower.
He couldn't stand not showering for even two days, let alone half a month.
"No way," he said firmly.
"Just bear with it..." Juniper suggested.
"I can't," Magnus insisted.
Juniper was at a loss for words.
After leaving the hospital, Magnus called Paul to bring a different car.
Magnus pulled the car keys from his suit pocket and tossed them to Paul. "Take this one to the dealership for a wash."
Paul caught the keys, puzzled. "Mr. Blackwood, this car was just washed two days ago."
Magnus replied, "I said the car is dirty; the seat has got blood on it."
Paul misunderstood and said with concern, "Mr. Blackwood, you and Ms. Beaumont should be more careful; it's not good for your health..."
Magnus shot him a cold look and gritted his teeth. "It's the blood from my arm wound!"
"Sorry! My mistake!" Paul smiled awkwardly and quickly ran off with the keys.
He was afraid Magnus would lose his temper and kick him.
Juniper frowned slightly. "Is Paul always this unserious?"
She remembered Paul as a well-mannered, respectful graduate from a prestigious university, not someone who'd say such things.
Magnus took the new car keys and walked towards the car. "Is that strange? Aren't all men like that?"
If a guy didn't have some dirty thoughts, he probably wasn't normal.
Strip away the elite facade, and people in high society were just like anyone else. Besides chasing fame and fortune, it was all about relationships.
Having dirty thoughts wasn't strange; being too pure-minded wasn't human nature.
Juniper walked behind him and suddenly asked, "Are you like that too?"
Magnus paused as he opened the car door. He turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow with a half-smile. "Like what?"
"Full of dirty thoughts," Juniper said.
Magnus was speechless.
When Juniper spoke, it was either nothing or something shocking. She said it so calmly, as if they were just discussing gender relations, without any inappropriate thoughts.
Magnus turned around, took a few steps closer to her, and asked, "Do you want me to have dirty thoughts, or not?"
Juniper asked, "If I want you not to, you won't?"
Like now? The way he looked at her was inexplicably hot.
Juniper's words were clearly perfunctory.
Magnus stared at her, laughing in exasperation. "Impressive, you know how to handle me now."
Magnus opened the car door and handed the keys to Juniper. "You drive?"
He couldn't move his right arm, so he couldn't drive.
Juniper nodded, took the keys, and got into the car. Magnus walked around the front and got into the passenger seat.
Inside the car, Juniper was about to start the car when there was a constant beeping sound.
"Where's that sound coming from?" she asked.
"I haven't fastened my seatbelt," Magnus informed her.
"Then fasten it. I'll set the navigation," she said, seemingly forgetting that Magnus's right arm was practically useless now.
Magnus looked at her and patiently reminded, "Juniper, my right hand can't move."
Juniper could be quite oblivious sometimes. She was fiddling with the navigation and replied without looking up, "Just pull it with your left hand; you don't need to do it with your right hand."
Magnus didn't say anything.
There was no sound of the seatbelt clicking into place.
When Juniper looked up, she saw Magnus leaning back in the passenger seat, not moving at all.
Really? His right hand was injured, and now he was acting like both his hands were useless.
The beeping continued, signaling the passenger seatbelt wasn't fastened.
Juniper couldn't ignore it, so she leaned over to reach for his seatbelt.
She wasn't as tall or long-armed as Magnus, so it was a bit tricky. Just as she was about to grab it, Magnus's large hand suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her towards the passenger seat.
Juniper was pulled into Magnus's arms; before she could react, her lips were already sealed by his.
Juniper's breath was filled with his cool, woody pine scent mixed with a faint tobacco smell, which wasn't unpleasant. Honestly, it was even somewhat nice.
His large, well-defined hand moved from her waist to her thick hair, gripping the back of her head as he kissed her passionately.
Juniper's arms were forced onto his legs, her lower body still in the driver's seat, but her upper body was pulled into the passenger seat. This kissing position was uncomfortable for her.
Magnus seemed to sense this too. He supported her waist with his left arm and gently lifted her, pulling her whole body onto his lap with one hand.
Juniper sat on his lap, trying to push him away.
However, Magnus, despite having an injured arm, had the strength to hold her head in place, making it impossible for her to escape.
Juniper suddenly felt grateful that she had taken two paroxetine pills before leaving the house today. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to handle such intimate behavior from him.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, leaving Juniper breathless.
Magnus didn't intend to do anything more in the car. The front windshield wasn't tinted, and he wasn't open-minded enough to let others watch him and Juniper do such things.
Their breaths mingled.
He stopped, and Juniper instinctively wanted to return to her seat.
As she lifted her arm, she accidentally touched Magnus's injured right arm.
The hand on her waist tightened, their foreheads touching lightly, and he said hoarsely, "Don't move; it hurts the wound."
Juniper quickly checked. "Does it hurt a lot?"
He didn't show any pain on his face but said, "Yeah, it hurts quite a bit."
Since he had gotten injured from saving her, Juniper naturally felt more guilty. "I'm sorry," she said.
She immediately stopped moving.
She suddenly became so obedient that Magnus's desire to tease her grew stronger.
Magnus had his own vices too. "Juniper, saying sorry doesn't stop the pain."
Juniper remembered he said nicotine could stop the pain and suggested, "Would you like to smoke a cigarette?"
Magnus said, "There's something better than nicotine for pain relief."
Juniper asked, "What?"
Magnus tilted his head slightly and kissed her again, his voice hoarse. "You."
Juniper's heart skipped a beat. She froze, letting Magnus take control.
Magnus kissed her more deeply, as if he could never get enough. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, holding her even tighter.
Their bodies pressed together, fitting perfectly.
After who knows how long, their noses touched, and he sighed softly. "Don't say sorry to me again."
Magnus didn't want to hear those words anymore.
After a few seconds, he chuckled playfully. "Kissing is much more effective than saying sorry. Kiss me?"
He wanted Juniper to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him voluntarily, just like she did seven years ago.
Having just kissed, his deep, hoarse voice carried a hint of teasing desire, tempting and seductive.
Juniper lowered her face, her eyelashes fluttering.
Magnus looked at her gently, thinking she was unwilling. He rubbed her head, afraid of being too aggressive and making her retreat, and said, "If you don't want to kiss me, then let me kiss you, okay?"
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