Chapter 189 Her Initiative
Did it matter if she kissed him or he kissed her?
Juniper's face was burning, but she couldn't shake off the doctor's words.
The doctor had said, "When your husband was here, I noticed he was quite proud, so I didn't say much. You saw the wound on his arm; it's deep. I said it might leave a slight disability in the future, and I wasn't joking. Even if it heals, he shouldn't lift heavy objects for a year. The tendons and bones are injured and need a long time to recover."
Magnus, always so proud, even in tough times, had an unbreakable spirit.
If his right arm ended up slightly disabled or clumsy...
Juniper felt a sudden pang of heartache.
She slowly lifted her head, wrapped her arms around Magnus's neck, and her eyes were slightly red.
She wanted to say sorry but remembered he didn't want to hear those words.
Magnus gently touched the corner of her red eyes with his left hand and asked hoarsely, "Why are you crying? If you don't want to, we don't have to kiss. Just hold me for a while?"
As soon as Magnus finished speaking, Juniper tightened her grip around his neck and kissed him.
She carefully avoided his injured right arm, knelt between his legs, and moved her hands from his neck to his face.
She was on top, and he was below. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down.
Magnus reached out to gather her hair and pulled it behind her head. It felt like fine silk in his palm.
Juniper was inexperienced, and sometimes her teeth bumped into his lips while kissing.
It hurt a bit, but this pain made the kiss even more intense. Magnus tucked her hair behind her ear and touched her earlobe and soft neck with his calloused fingers.
Although Juniper initiated the kiss, by the end, Magnus was aroused. He held the back of her neck and deepened the kiss.
After a while, he panted slightly in her ear, "Juniper, do you want me to continue?"
If they continued, it wouldn't just be a kiss.
Meanwhile, in the bar, it was a scene of debauchery.
Patricia ordered the most expensive package.
Matthew, sitting next to her, took a sip of a golden cocktail and frowned. "It tastes just okay. Got tricked again. You'll pay for this later; you ordered it! Don't get drunk and pretend to be dead so I have to pay!"
Patricia swirled a pink cocktail and glared at him. "If you were more generous, maybe I'd consider being with you!"
Matthew was good-looking, though not as stunning as Magnus, but still handsome.
However, he was a cheapskate, and she couldn't stand that!
She remembered once buying shoes at the mall and running into Juniper. When Juniper paid, she used a black card, probably a secondary card from Magnus. Which woman wouldn't want to be pampered?
However, anyone could deserve it, except Juniper!
She made Magnus spend three years in prison. Neither she nor the Beaumont family in X City were innocent!
How could she deserve it?
Thinking of that bitch Juniper, Patricia downed her cocktail in one gulp!
Matthew stared. "A cocktail worth thousands of dollars, and you drank it all in one go?"
Patricia asked, "Why not? Isn't alcohol meant to be drunk?"
Matthew said, "You really don't know how to savor good things."
Patricia glared back. "Who are you saying doesn't know how to savor?"
Matthew, sitting in the booth, glanced at the dance floor, uninterested. "The women here tonight aren't great."
He didn't even feel like flirting; the quality was so poor he didn't want to give them his contact information.
He stood up. "I'm out. Enjoy your drink!"
Patricia reminded him, "You pay for that whiskey yourself!"
Matthew said, "Look at you, being so stingy!"
Patricia sighed, "If my brother really brings that awful woman back from Oakvale County, my life will be miserable. Tonight's drinks are my last hurrah."
Matthew gave her a sympathetic look and headed to the bar to pay. He reached into his pocket and found it empty. "Wait, where's my wallet? Did you see it?"
Patricia swung her legs. "How would I know? If you can't find it, check the surveillance!"
Matthew cursed, "Damn it, my ID and credit cards are in there. I'll go ask the manager to check the surveillance."
As Matthew went to find the manager, he muttered, "Good thing there's surveillance, or I'd never find it."
Patricia laughed at the commotion, took a sip of her golden cocktail, and suddenly froze as if she remembered something. "Surveillance..."
Patricia quickly looked up at the ceiling for cameras.
Could this kind of surveillance really capture everything clearly without any blind spots?
A year ago, at that old, rundown nursing home, she wasn't sure if she had been caught on camera!
However, it had been a year, and since Magnus hadn't confronted her, they must not have found anything. But if they did, how long could public surveillance footage be kept?
Patricia's heart pounded; she felt a chill down her spine. She wiped her face hard and replayed the events in her mind.
No, that old nursing home in the suburbs was so rundown; it probably didn't have many cameras. She had argued with Lyra in the small woods, and there were definitely no cameras there!
Thinking this, Patricia let out a heavy sigh of relief.
After a while, Matthew returned with his wallet, cursing, "Fuck! Someone dared to steal my wallet! Good thing there's surveillance; I caught him!"
He had a lot of cash in his wallet; it was probably stolen while he was at the bar.
Patricia wasn't interested in his story and asked, "How long do you think surveillance footage in bars, malls, and streets is kept?"
When Patricia drove away from the nursing home, the cameras on that road must have captured her license plate.
No one would go to the police to check that, right? Even if they did, what could they prove? It wouldn't prove she was the culprit.
Besides, Ava and Lyra's families were sworn enemies. Even Magnus would probably think it was an accident caused by Ava's moment of rage.
Ava was mentally unstable. Seeing the person who had caused her husband's death, it wouldn't be surprising if she did something out of anger.
Matthew was puzzled. "How would I know? Why are you asking this? Did you do something wrong?"
Patricia stammered, "Who... who did something wrong! Don't talk nonsense!"
Matthew said, "If you didn't do anything wrong, why ask? Miss Johnson, I can see you're really bored! I'm out!"
After Matthew left, Patricia downed her drink, picked up her phone, and searched: [How long is public surveillance footage kept?]
The answer was clear: [Up to six months, usually just three.]
It had been a year, so it should be fine!
Patricia let out a long sigh of relief. Her earlier panic vanished, and she ran to the dance floor in her high heels, grabbing a handsome guy to dance with.
The heavy metal music in her ears made her more and more excited.
Patricia shouted in the loud noise, "So what if I did it! Juniper! Go to hell!"
Who had the evidence? They couldn't do anything to her!
Lyra was Juniper's mother; she deserved to die!
She had helped Ava get rid of an enemy and avenged Magnus for his three years in prison. She didn't do anything wrong; she did a great thing!
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