Chapter156 Unexpected Encounter in the Bathroom
Blood from Myron's wound streamed down, washing over the scar. Despite Luann's repeated dabbing with a wet towel, it was surprising the mask hadn't come off.
With a graceful motion, his fingers peeled the edge near his ear and caught it in his palm.
He placed it carelessly on the sink, about to draw a hot bath, when he heard the soft patter of footsteps outside the door.
A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.
It seemed Luann was on to something odd.
Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, Luann slipped off her shoes, tip-toeing to peek through the door.
She couldn't shake off the feeling that what she saw earlier was strange, an inner pulse urging her to delve deeper.
"Why the silence for so long?"
She questioned under her breath.
The clear sound of the shower started suddenly.
Gritting her teeth, Luann barged through the door and said her prepared words.
"Your arm wound is serious, keep it away from the water!"
"Let me help you!"
Steam swirled up, carrying an air of mystery.
Luann watched the man with his back to her, his spine was perfectly aligned, and the dip in his lower back was sensual and alluring. His legs were long and straight...She swallowed hard.
Never had she imagined that a man's mere silhouette could stir such a surge within her.
"...Myron..."
Her voice was barely a whisper, as if to bolster her courage.
Luann dashed forward, determined now more than ever to take a closer look.
In that instant, as she charged toward Myron Curtis, he spun around, his hand abruptly blocking her sight, his palm resting over her eyes. Luann Weaver's forehead collided with his chest. It hurt—just a bit. "Ouch," she yelped.
From above, a voice laced with amusement teased her, "What was Luann planning on doing—repaying me for my heroic rescue, perhaps?"
Whether it was the steam in the bathroom or his words, Luann's face turned beet red. "I was just worried about you getting your wound wet."
"Then remove your hand, let me have a look," Myron Curtis commanded, his voice a husky drawl imbued with a blatantly seductive undertone.
Their familiar scents mixed, a dizzying combination of citrus and lavender. "Fine, have a look," he relented, slowly lowering his hand.
But as Luann tilted her head up for a better view, Myron's lips met hers. Luann started to struggle, wanting to flee. Despite that one passionate night with Myron, she had nearly forgotten all about it!
Myron witnessed the flush on her cheeks and ears, his lips curving into an intrigued smile. Wild thoughts flickered through his mind.
"Luann..." he murmured with a gravelly tone.
Realizing something was amiss, Luann pushed hard against Myron's abdomen and managed to break free. She turned to run but forgot about the slippery, wet floor beneath her bare feet.
She slipped and instinctively reached out for Myron's arm to prevent from falling. But...
Myron stood frozen.
"I-I'm so... sorry!" she stammered, withdrawing her hand, her ears catching the restrained strain in his voice. Scrambling out of the bathroom, she slammed the door shut behind her.
Not daring to linger another second, she darted to another room, fearing Myron might emerge at any moment.
In the bathroom, Myron let out a long sigh, turning the hot water to cold. By the time he finished his shower, Luann had already left the house, carrying a contract en route to the company.
Mr. Curtis greeted her with cheer as she arrived, clueless to her intentions. To his surprise, Luann handed him the contract.
"No worries, no worries. Sometimes things don't wrap up as planned. After all, The Curtis Group has been...”
"It's done."
Luann Weaver cut him off.
"Huh?"
Mr. Curtis was stunned.
So were the other shareholders.
They incredulously flipped through Luann Weaver's contract and, sure enough, there it was—signed and sealed.
"How is that even possible?" Zachary exclaimed in disbelief.
Everyone knew how tough Stiff Logan was to deal with.
And yet, they had all witnessed Luann Weaver’s activities over the past few days.
One moment she's in a car race, the next she's live streaming.
How could she just up and say it's done?
Mr. Curtis heaved a sigh of relief, but he had a hunch that Myron Curtis had lent a hand.
Without Myron, even if Luann talked herself blue in the face, Mr. Logan wouldn't have agreed to it.
"Now that Luann has won twice in a row, the position of The Curtis Group's director is yours," Mr. Curtis announced.
"Thank you, Chairman."
Mr. Curtis nodded and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
After Luann Weaver left, Mr. Curtis received a video message.
As he watched, his expression darkened.
Amber light spilled over the bustling streets.
Outside the downtown hotel, a man stood looking around.
He was oblivious to the fact that just behind the wall, not far away, two women were whispering conspiratorially.
"Juliet, is that the guy who's been bothering you?" one asked.
Juliet Weaver nodded, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears.
"Yes, he's been threatening me, and I just didn't know what to do anymore, so I came to you for help..."
Ally gently patted Juliet's hand, comforting her.
"Silly girl, next time come to me sooner!"
"That guy looks like bad news; just his face screams trouble."
"Don’t worry, I won’t let him harass you again."
Through her tears, Juliet Weaver hiccupped.
"But… what if he seeks revenge?"
"If he dares, I'll break his legs!" Ally declared, giving her the nod to proceed with the plan.
Juliet Weaver took out her cellphone and texted Matthew.
“I'm picking up a few things in the alley close by, be there in about 10 minutes.”
Matthew replied eagerly, “Wait for me, I’m on my way.”
Ally squinted, a scoff of disdain escaping her lips.
