Chapter 369 Kiss Me
Myron, who had just seemed so intimidating, suddenly deflated.
He leaned against the wall, looking drained.
A door creaked open with a sharp sound.
"When are you gonna stop..." Luann started but stopped when she saw Myron clutching his arm in pain.
Her expression changed, and she rushed over. "Myron, what's wrong?"
Luann's concern made Williams' heart ache.
Myron shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Let me check."
"I'm really fine."
Ignoring him, Luann grabbed his wrist and pulled.
Myron let her.
She rolled up his sleeve to reveal a bright red patch on his skin.
A tiny hole, the size of a sesame seed, with a short black needle embedded in it.
Luann's eyes reddened, and she snapped at Williams, "What are you doing? Settle it with words! Not violence!"
Williams was stunned. "Luann, I didn't."
Myron hung his head, looking pitiful. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt much. He probably didn't mean it."
Williams' eyes widended in surprise. Myron, tall and strong, sounded like a tattletale.
"I know if it hurts or not," Luann said sharply.
When Williams first learned this skill, he had accidentally hurt her once. The wound wasn't deep then.
Now, with the entire needle embedded, it was clear how much force had been used.
"Luann, he struck first," Williams protested.
Luann looked Williams up and down. "Really? I don't see any injuries on you."
Williams fell silent.
He realized Myron was playing for sympathy. What a cunning move!
"Alright," Myron said, tugging at Luann with a faint smile.
To Luann, it looked forced and bitter. "Don't talk to your brother like that. Be polite. It doesn't hurt, really."
Myron's expression briefly changed before returning to normal.
Williams felt incredibly wronged.
Myron clearly had tricks up his sleeve, winning Luann over so well.
"Stop the tracking. This is too much. Williams, what are you trying to do?"
Meeting Luann's icy gaze, Williams explained, "I'm just protecting you. I can't trust anyone else with you!"
Luann looked away. "No need. Myron can take care of me."
Williams clenched his fists, the silver ring on his pinky finger pressing into his palm, sending a chill through his body.
Luann said nothing more, pulling Myron to leave.
Williams' sinister voice called out, "Do you think Dad will approve of you two being together?"
Luann paused and turned back.
Williams would never forget that look.
Her bright eyes were full of determination, and her face was calm, but her words were resolute. "Do you think he can stop us?"
The door slammed shut with a loud bang, shaking Williams to his core.
He kept rubbing the ring on his pinky finger, trying to calm his restless heart.
The bones Myron stepped on still hurt. "It's okay," Williams murmured to himself. "I'm the one who can be with her forever."
Luann, looking stern, pulled Myron out of the airport.
Myron frowned. "We're about to board."
"It's okay. We'll take the next one."
She couldn't ignore Myron's wound.
They went to the nearest hospital, got the needle removed, and had the wound bandaged.
Luann stayed silent, her face full of guilt.
If it weren't for her, Williams wouldn't have troubled Myron.
"I'm sorry."
Myron gently tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. "Don't say sorry. We're a couple; we face things together."
Luann nodded, eyes full of concern. "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yeah, but if you kiss me, it won't hurt anymore." Myron half-squatted, bringing his face closer.
Luann blushed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then pulled back.
"Is that it? Not enough." Myron wasn't satisfied.
Luann, shyly looking around at the people in the hospital, leaned in again. Just as she was about to kiss him, he turned his head, and their lips met.
"Be careful." Luann pushed Myron away and quickly left the hospital.
Back at the airport, Luann took the next flight and left.
Myron stayed in the Upper West Side. He never intended to follow Luann. He sensed Williams' intention to follow her.
No way was he letting Williams have a chance to be alone with Luann.
When Luann got off the plane, it was already evening.
The international fashion week had arranged a hotel for her, so she could check in directly.
Luann, wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap, pulled her suitcase and headed upstairs.
Before she could get on the elevator, she saw a woman staggering in from outside the hotel, hunched over and clutching her stomach.
Luann raised an eyebrow, not in a hurry to go up. She silently watched the woman move step by step.
What a coincidence.
Cold sweat poured from Juliet's forehead, and the short distance felt like an endless journey.
Juliet was in so much pain she saw stars and didn't notice the stares around her.
'What painless abortion? This is killing me!' Leaning against the wall, Juliet finally reached the elevator door.
She took a weak breath, about to press the button when the elevator dinged and opened.
Someone beside her walked in first.
Juliet slowly shuffled in and weakly said, "Could you press seven for me, please?"
Juliet had no idea the person next to her was Luann, the one she despised the most.
But with Luann dressed so heavily, even if Juliet looked, she might not recognize her.
Luann pressed the button for her, smiling under the mask. 'You're welcome, Juliet.'
