Chapter 197 Is It Still Painful
Calista lifted her uninjured hand and pinched her eyebrow. She was about to tip over at any moment after
tolerating Lucian for so long.
“Yeah, so leave me alone for the sake of yourself. So people wouldn’t hurt you.”
Lucian retorted, “… This is your real intention, isn’t it? You talk on and on about Charlotte and this year
being an unlucky one to you–in the end, you just want me to leave you alone.”
Calista was annoyed. She didn’t bother to see whether her injury hurt. She turned off the tap and left.
The server had just arrived with the burn cream. Calista didn’t even look at it and just left right away.
Lucian took the burn cream and handed a hundred dollars to the server.
There was no sign of Charlotte in the hall. The drinks counter was already tidied up as well.
Calista strode fast to leave the occasion. When she stepped out of the entrance, a gush of cold wind
swept past her.
Then only did she realize she left her coat behind. She stopped and hesitated whether to go back to
retrieve it or just go for her car right away.
While she was hesitating. Lucian approached her. He stuffed her into his car despite her resisting.
Lucian gave Jonathan an address. Calista didn’t recall he had property in that area. Maybe he bought it
recently.
But given they’re divorced now, it didn’t have anything to do with her whether he purchased a house.
Calista frowned.
“I drove here. Let me go.”
“Hand your car keys over to Jonathan. He’ll come back here tomorrow to retrieve your car.”
Lucian was reading the instructions on the burn cream carefully under the dome light.
“Give me your hand,” he said.
“I can do it myself,” replied Calista.
The air conditioner was on in the car. Warm air swept past Calista’s injured finger, and the burning sensation came back again Each second felt like ages to her.
Lucian gave Calista his coat. He ordered Jonathan to turn off the air conditioner and winded the car.
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The warmth in the car was immediately replaced by the biting cold wind. Lucian’s finger brushed past Calista’s finger. A jolt of pain spread through and Calista retreated her finger.
“Don’t move.”
Lucian pinned her wrist down.
It was cool and refreshing after the burn cream was applied. Lucian lowered his head and gazed at her
finger attentively.
His handsome profile fell upon Calista’s eyes the moment she lowered her head. His appearance seemed
smooth and gentle under the yellowish glow of the dim car light.
Calista stared at Lucian’s face briefly and shifted her gaze away. It turned out that they were heading for
Turner’s mansion.
Gilbert rushed home after he received a call from Lucian. He barely managed to make it home before
they arrived at his house. He was already informed of the incident through the phone.
Gilbert glanced over at Calista’s hand. He was relieved as he saw her hand was only reddish and no
blisters were seen.
Then he finally turned to his housekeeper and ordered, “Get Charlotte to come down.”
He said apologetically, “Mr. Northwood and Ms. Miller, please take a seat. Charlotte will be here very
soon. I’ll make sure to make her apologize properly to Ms. Miller.”
Charlotte took her sweet time upstairs and finally came downstairs unwillingly.
She was humiliated in front of the public when Lucian threw her to the drinks counter at the banquet earlier on. Little did she know he would come to her house when she’d just arrived home.
Charlotte couldn’t believe Lucian, a grown man, would actually bicker with a woman.
Initially, she was worried. But as she saw there wasn’t anything visibly wrong with Calista’s hand, she’d nothing to fear about. She didn’t expect to deserve a beating since Calista wasn’t even injured.
Gilbert scolded, “Apologize to Ms. Miller! I think I’ve been spoiling you too much, so that’s why you’re so reckless. You can’t seem to stop getting yourself in trouble!” [*
Charlotte was startled by her father’s roar. Her father had never scolded her since she was young. But he just did it because of an outsider. Calista surely brings her misfortune.
Without showing a sign of sincerity, Charlotte apologized.
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“Sorry”
She wasn’t even looking at Calista
Lucian’s gaze fell on Charlotte. His gaze was much gentler compared to how he stared at her back at the
banquet. But Charlotte froze. She shivered as chills went down her spine.
He was looking at her without a single hint of emotion. That deadpan gaze of his made him seem like he
wasn’t looking at someone alive. If looks could kill, Charlotte thought, she’d be dead by now.
Under Lucian’s forceful attitude, Charlotte was forced to apologize again. This time, she was being much more sincere. Gilbert intervened shortly after.
“I’ve been spoiling her too much, but I’m sure she’s leamed her lesson now. Fortunately, Ms. Miller’s injury wasn’t that bad. Charlotte won’t be as reckless as she used to be anymore. How about this, Mr. Northwood and Ms. Miller? When you’re both free, let’s meet up again some other time and I’ll apologize formally to Ms. Miller again.”
Lucian smiled faintly. But he didn’t mean it. As he spoke airily, the air hung with palpable tension.
“So it turns out that for Mr. Turner, when you make mistakes, just by offering a casual apology will make up for it.”
Gilbert’s expression twitched. He got up abruptly and slapped Charlotte.
The slap echoed in the spacious living room. The housekeeper, who was keeping herself busy in the
kitchen, was struck with shock as well.
She knew Charlotte had always been reckless in her ways. But Gilbert spoiled her anyhow, never scolding her in her entire life. It was a first for him to do something like this.
Charlotte was dumbfounded by the sudden blow. Her ears were ringing and she blacked out for a few seconds.
Gilbert’s slap hurt more than the push Lucian gave her at the banquet. A ferrous scent ran in her mouth and blood started gushing out from her gums.
“Dad!” Charlotte covered her stinging cheek and screamed. “Isn’t her hand fine? Did you just do this to your daughter because of some outsider?”
Gilbert ignored her and turned toward Calista.
“Ms. Miller, are you satisfied now?”
“You should ask Mr. Northwood as I was forced to come here as well.”
Calista knew what Lucian was trying to do, but she didn’t want to accept his help.
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Lucian tightened his grip slightly on Calista’s waist as he gave her a warning look. He had been in this
position since they came in.
Gilbert shifted his gaze toward Lucian. To be fair, he didn’t think Calista was able to take charge. He only asked her in the first place merely because she was the victim. And Lucian seemed to care for her a lot.
“Mr. Northwood, since we’ve already apologized, and Charlotte’s learned her lesson, could you just let this pass for once? Ms. Miller also didn’t suffer from other serious injuries except for her hand being a bit reddish.”
Lucian maintained a stoic expression. His demeanor exudes an air of dominance and aloofness.
He said faintly, “If Mr. Turner thinks it’s enough, then it’s enough. Charlotte’s your daughter. As an outsider, I’m not obliged, nor do I have the right to teach her a lesson.”
After pondering on Lucian’s words for some time, Gilbert still couldn’t quite grasp what he meant by that. Lucian didn’t show any intention to leave, nor did he pursue further in the matter.
That made Gilbert even more confused.
Lucian stared nonchalantly at Calista’s treated injury. It was covered in burn cream. “Is it still painful?”
