Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Lord Jing: Tie Her Up, Blazing Emotions
"Then we can only bind Claire and take her back, she won’t be able to go anywhere."
The man’s dark eyes fixed on the girl, his deep voice carrying no hint of jest.
He did not care at all that his dark side was exposed.
Claire Green’s gaze slightly tightened, her pretty eyebrows raised, "Brother really knows how to play."
The girl’s crimson lips curled teasingly, her voice playful with an intentionally drawn-out, seductive tone.
Julian Sia paused for two seconds, his gaze not shifting from her at all, his long arm forcefully pulled her to sit beside him.
The cool fingertip grazed her cheek with some meaning, as he buried his head at her ear, his deep resonant voice extremely dangerous.
"Claire, do you want to try?"
Hearing his words, Claire Green had no doubt she would agree, this man would absolutely follow through.
Warm breath continually cascaded on her neck, making her ear roots itch a little.
Claire Green lowered her eyes, her lips curling slightly, "Relax, brother won’t have the chance."
The implication was that she would not leave.
Receiving her response, the man held her hand even tighter, showing no intention of letting go.
Seeing this.
"Brother, how long are you planning to take advantage of me?"
Her voice was languid, her eyes filled with laughter.
Several people hiding stealthily at the door couldn’t help but feel their teeth ache watching the pair’s every move.
They were sitting under the lemon tree, feeling intensely sour.
Julian Sia heard the words, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and a low chuckle emanated from his chest, speaking slowly near her ear, "How about a lifetime."
As he spoke, he lifted his head, looking at her leisurely.
At that moment.
Claire Green didn’t expect him to be so straightforward suddenly, her expression slightly stunned, before her eyes curled up and a hint of teasing flashed through her eyes.
The lazy tail tone was drawn out long.
"Not only does brother have a lot of money, he also thinks a lot."
After hearing her words, Julian Sia’s smile became even broader, his big hand patted her head.
Looking at the dark circles under his eyes, Claire Green pursed her lips, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"
Unexpectedly, what she said seriously turned into something different in the man’s words.
"Early in the morning Claire invites me like this, isn’t it not too appropriate."
The man’s tone was unhurried, the lazy tail note constantly teasing her eardrums, full of ambiguous atmosphere.
Claire Green: "..."
She pretended not to ask.
Retracting her hand without giving the man a glance, she strode upstairs, but her silhouette looked every bit like a hasty escape.
Seeing the man left alone in the living room, Mason Quinn and several others lazily strolled in, entirely unaware that someone had secretly gone upstairs.
Julian Sia glanced at Isabella Xyler on the stairs, then casually withdrew his gaze.
...
In the room, as Claire Green was just taking out the gauze around her waist, she heard activity outside the door, raising her eyes casually, she said, "Not coming in, planning to stand outside as a door god."
Outside.
Hearing her voice, Isabella Xyler awkwardly chuckled and pushed the door in.
As soon as she entered, she saw the girl preparing to apply medicine herself, her expression immediately changed, without thinking directly stepping forward to take the items from her hands to do it herself.
To this, Claire Green raised an eyebrow and didn’t stop her.
Watching her tender actions as she applied the medicine, Claire Green chuckled meaningfully, "Didn’t expect Bella to have such a side, John Sinclair is lucky."
Hearing this, Isabella Xyler bashfully pursed her lips, her hands not stopping the application.
Only after she re-bandaged the wound did she nod with self-satisfaction, this looks much better.
Staring at the big bow at her waist, Claire Green, usually calm, was a bit at a loss.
Only after a while did she slowly speak, "Your aesthetics need improvement."
Finishing, she re-bandaged herself before lowering her clothes, or else she’d really be topping off with a bow, which might make people think something was growing on her waist.
Seeing the carefully bandaged bow being dismantled barely a second after being made, Isabella Xyler felt a pang of loss, then seriously looked at the girl and spoke.
"Olivia, you didn’t come home last night, Julian turned Bayne City upside down looking for you, every possible place he personally searched, this is the first time I saw him looking so disheveled.
We all grew up with him, as far back as I can remember he’s always shown composure as if nothing could make him afraid.
But last night, I watched him tremble as he ordered Charles Jordan to block all exits, watched him call out your name everywhere you might be, later at the quarantined Song Manor, I saw his eyes redden.
At that moment, I realized he was actually afraid of your departure."
Isabella Xyler’s voice was remarkably gentle, but Claire Green felt it weighed heavily on her heart, making her uncomfortable.
Yet she kept speaking.
"I never imagined there’d be a day when proud Julian would show such a side, one that we all never saw.
Actually, when you didn’t return last night, I felt resentment towards him, thinking if he wasn’t angry, you wouldn’t have stayed out, until later when I saw the fierce emotions he hid, I understood no one cares more about you than he does."
Isabella Xyler paused here, "Olivia, actually Julian said something correct yesterday, if that person didn’t use a knife but pushed instead, none of us could accept the consequences."
The room fell into silence.
Claire Green kept her eyes down, her emotions in her eyes unreadable, her long lashes trembled slightly, tightly pressed lips revealing her inner turmoil.
She never thought there would be a day someone would be afraid of her leaving.
Thinking about Julian’s elegant and dignified demeanor with reddened eyes, her heart suddenly felt pricked with pain.
No wonder there were dark circles under his eyes today, his eyes bloodshot, and it was all because he spent the night searching for her.
Seeing her silence, Isabella Xyler quietly got up and left, stopping at the door, speaking softly, "Olivia, you and Julian are each other’s light, I don’t want to see the day this light extinguish."
Closing the door, Isabella Xyler let out a heavy breath, indeed, speaking her heart required courage.
...
Seeing Isabella Xyler come down alone, George Xyler raised an eyebrow, "Claire Green?"
"Olivia, changing medicine, you all know I’m careless afraid of being too rough so I didn’t dare help her," Isabella Xyler’s eyes twinkled craftily, "Julian, why not go lend a hand."
The couple I’m supporting still requires me creating opportunities.
Her words barely finished.
The group watched as the man suddenly stood up, his long strides heading upstairs, not bothering to greet them.
Seeing Isabella Xyler’s covert smile, they understood.
"You," George Xyler tapped her head, "they’ve reconciled, you’re still stirring things up."
"I’m just helping their feelings intensify."
Downstairs, the group laughed and played, while the room upstairs remained silent.
Seeing the man suddenly appear in her room, Claire Green stared at him for a long time before speaking softly.
"Brother, are you planning to stand there all along?"
Upon hearing.
The man then moved slowly, walked to her, then picked up the ointment, kneeling down as he looked up at her.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
"Applying medicine."
The man’s voice was deep and concise.