Chapter 59 Playing with Fire
No one could stop her.
And if one day she truly decided to stay, it would be because she wanted to, not because she was forced to.
Malcolm's curiosity about this girl was growing. Her temperament and character were different from any woman he had met before. She dared to act and was direct, always following her heart.
It seemed that there was nothing in this world that could restrain her, not even the freedom that everyone, including himself, longed for.
"If I were to hold you in my arms, how would you still plan to leave?" The man's magnetic and seductive voice, like a melodious sound, inexplicably entered Reese's heart. She held her chest, feeling her heartbeat gradually quicken.
Why was she feeling so flustered? Could it be that she was developing some kind of sympathy towards Malcolm?
She tried to shake off this thought and issued one final warning to Malcolm, "I'll count to three. If you don't let go, don't blame me for being impolite!"
As she started to count, Malcolm had already released her, "I won't bother you any longer."
Reese finally put away the silver needle from her sleeve cuff. She had forgotten to take it out today. If Malcolm didn't let go of her, she would have to stab him with the needle, and he would be uncomfortable for several days.
Seeing him regain his serious expression, Reese secretly hid the needle back into her sleeve. But how dare he take advantage of her without permission? If he wasn't given any punishment, should she still call herself Reese?
Malcolm returned to his wheelchair, smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothes, when suddenly Reese spoke up.
"I was passing by the supermarket today and bought some candy. In the future, if you still need to take medicine, would you like to taste it first?"
He turned his head to look at Reese beside him. There was still a blush on her cheeks, and her eyes were bright and lively. But despite having such beautiful eyes, Malcolm felt that there was something more to her, as if she had another motive.
Malcolm explicitly refused, saying, "No need."
However, Reese still insisted on taking out the candy from her bag, tearing open the wrapper, and reaching out to feed it to Malcolm.
"But it really tastes good, why don't you try it?"
"Reese!" She kept teasing him with the candy in front of her. Malcolm frowned and warned.
His warning might work on others, but it had no effect on Reese. She held the back of his head with one hand and forcefully fed the candy into his mouth with the other.
Malcolm wanted to spit it out, but Reese said, "This candy is my own creation, unique. You can't spit it out."
He didn't spit it out and Reese couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. However, before she could celebrate for long, Malcolm spoke up again.
"Since it's unique, why don't you also taste it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Malcolm grabbed Reese's arm. Caught off guard, she stumbled and sat on his lap. His lips landed precisely on hers, delivering the sweetness of the candy into her mouth.
Reese widened her eyes, wanting to struggle, but after their earlier interaction, Malcolm had already become familiar with Reese's tricks. This time, he cleverly held her hands in front of her, and Reese tried to kick, but Malcolm used his leg to hold her down. Reese was no match for his strength and couldn't move.
It wasn't until the candy in her mouth gradually melted away that Malcolm let her go. Reese became infuriated and tried to slap Malcolm's face, but he firmly caught her delicate wrist, feeling her strength.
He couldn't help but furrow his brows. This girl was for real.
Yet, in an instant, he considered something and his expression turned into a smile.
"Could this be your first kiss?"
Reese's cheeks reddened even more, and she struggled harder.
"Malcolm, if you dare take advantage of me, believe me, I'll disable you!"
Malcolm raised an eyebrow teasingly at her, his smile carrying a hint of sexiness, almost blinding Reese.
Malcolm felt a surge of anger and confusion as he found himself unable to move. He looked at Reese, his brows furrowed and his handsome face clouded with darkness.
"What have you done to me, Reese?" he demanded.
This time, it was Reese's turn to revel in her victory. With a mischievous smile, she gracefully rose from Malcolm's body and circled around him.
"I've told you before, don't touch me and don't take advantage of me. Don't worry, I just wanted to render you immobile for a couple of hours."
Malcolm couldn't help but feel intrigued by Reese's audacity instead of getting angry. Her every action and word were unpredictable, as if she had abandoned her struggle just moments ago with an air of resignation. Who would have expected her sudden attack?
It was like she wore a mask, and unless that mask was removed, he would never know her true intentions. Malcolm began to suspect that Reese's identity wasn't as simple as it seemed. He had to dig deeper. The Flynn family couldn't afford to have someone unknown infiltrate their ranks.
Malcolm's lips curled into a chilling smile as he gave Reese an ultimatum, "You have five minutes to release me, or else, once I call for help, my grandfather won't spare you!"
Reese sat on the table, swinging her fair and slender legs leisurely. She asked, "And if I don't?"
A glint of sharpness flickered in Malcolm's eyes, "Then don't blame me for being impolite."
Before Reese could react, Malcolm swiftly grabbed her waist and pinned her down, ignoring her disbelief. "Do you really think your little tricks can outsmart me?"
"You dodged?" Reese exclaimed in disbelief.
"The weather has gotten colder these past few days. I've layered up," he said, tilting his head slightly, unable to conceal his pride.
Reese was furious with herself for making such a careless move. She was now pressed against Malcolm's legs, just like when she was a child, getting a shot while lying on someone's leg. This position was embarrassing enough for Reese.
If Calvin were to see this, she would become the laughingstock. Her frustration made her hurl threats at Malcolm.
"Malcolm, I warn you, it's best if you let me go, or you won't be able to leave."
"After the way you just treated me, how should I punish you?" Malcolm said, raising his hand and patting Reese's buttocks. Reese looked at him in disbelief.
"You dare to hit me!"
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