Chapter 329 Help Me Shower
Vivian was recording Calista under the blanket with her phone. She had discreetly positioned her phone earlier, tucking most of the device beneath the blanket and exposing only the camera lens.
Moreover, she had covered the phone with a white decorative case to conceal it. Calista paused the
recording and casually wiped some blood stains from Vivian’s clothes with her fingers.
Are you using p
pressure to pressure me into allowing you to stay in Capeton, Ms. Jacquez? You
don’t need to resort to such tactics. If you want to stay, just stay. Capeton isn’t mine, and I can’t exactly
evict you, can I?”
Vivian stayed quiet, deep in thought about the circumstances. Hugo had a soft spot for Vivian, and if it weren’t for Lucian’s reputation, he wouldn’t have been so insistent on sending her back to Apthon.
Vivian’s injury and her selfless act to rescue Calista could potentially garner public support, which might
persuade Hugo to have a change of heart.
However, despite achieving her goal, Vivian couldn’t find any happiness or satisfaction in it.
Calista glanced at Vivian’s cast leg and continued, ‘Look at you. You could’ve just been upfront about it. Instead, you went to the lengths, even injuring your leg. That’s pretty extreme.”
Having competed with Lily since college, Calista was determined Vivian couldn’t outmaneuver her so
easily.
“I appreciate your efforts, though,” she added.
Vivian’s eyes blazed with anger, yet she held herself back from openly venting her frustration. She had al strong urge to slap Calista in the face but managed to restrain herself.
“By the way, try to make the accident appear more convincing next time. There was so much blood at the
scene. But all you had was a fractured leg. It seemed a bit too staged.”
Calista suggested sincerely. Vivian’s eyes welled up with tears.
She turned to Lucian, her voice trembling as she spoke, “Mr. Northwood…!
Vivian always conveyed an image of sophistication and allure, occasionally revealing vulnerability, which never failed to trigger men’s protective instincts effortlessly.
“When are we leaving? I’m starving.” Lucian glanced up, paying no attention to Vivian, directing his
question to Calista.
Calista was starving, too. She found herself wondering if there was some sort of jinx attached to the Jacquez f
family. Every time she encountered them, chaos was close behind.
Her patience wore thin as the Jacquez family’s assistant took an unexpectedly long time to complete at straightforward hospital admission.
Im starving as well, and I’m in desperate need of a shower and a change of clothes.”
Vivian chimed in. The scent of blood clung to her, and it was unpleasant. If it hadn’t been for those reporters earlier, Vivian would have already changed out of her clothes.
Calista arched an eyebrow and asked, “Are you saying you want my help with your shower and changing
your clothes?”
Vivian glanced at the bandage wrapped around Calista’s hand and replied, “Well, considering your injury, it does make more sense for Mr. Northwood to assist me with the showering and changing. You can grab
us some food. I’m really in the mood for meatloaf.”
The nearest restaurant that served meatloaf was over six miles away, and after factoring in traffic and
queues, a round trip could easily take an hour or more.
Asking Lucian to assist with Vivian’s hygiene was more than just a matter of her physical condition. It
held a deeper implication.
Calista shifted her gaze to Lucian, who was dressed in a suit without a tie, the top three buttons of his
shirt undone.
The subdued lighting accentuated the chiseled collarbone and his chest’s sleek, muscular lines, partially
obscured by the casually unbuttoned collar.
He oozed a magnetic charm and sex appeal, emitting an aura of sophistication and refinement that had
the power to turn heads, even when he wore a stern expression.
Coupled with his innate aristocratic demeanor, Lucian was a genuine heartthrob. Moreover, his formal
attire added to his irresistibly appealing and provocative presence.
Calista summoned a wry smile and said, “Okay, you two can chat while I grab some food.”
Lucian felt unfairly targeted and hurned to catch up with Calista, who had already turned away.
She suggested it Why are you taking it out on me? Can’t you be reasonable?”
Lucian’s tone was steeped in frustration, a stark departure from his usual demeanor.
Vivian found it hard to believe that the same man who could command attention and respect in a
Despite his commanding presence, he seemed an admirer vying for her attention.
But if Lucian had assumed the role of an admirer of herself, Vivian would have been willing to suppress
her desire for his man to dominate in a relationship.
She would remain devoted to him alone, even if Lucian played a submissive role in their relationship. Her primary goal was to steal him away from Calista.
With a pleading tone, Vivian shouted, “Mr. Northwood, since I saved Callie’s life, could you please assist
me i
in cleaning the blood off my back and legs? I can handle the rest myself.”
Lucian remained calm and resolute in his response, “I’m sorry. I’ve always been taken care of and never had to care for others. I’m concerned I might accidentally break your other leg if I tried to help. I’ll get a
professional to assist you instead.”
Tears welled up in Vivian’s eyes as she clutched her clothes tightly.
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“Mr. Northwood, I did end up getting hurt while coming to the rescue of your ex–wife. Don’t you think your
response lacks a bit of gentlemanly courtesy?”
Lucian chuckled, radiating an air of authority even when he smiled. His smiling facade didn’t fool anyone
into thinking he was easygoing.
Calista understood him, and she recognized that he was in a good mood then.
He warned, “You do have a point, Ms. Jacquez. However, if you prefer a gentleman with refinement and
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grace, I can introduce you to someone, Paul. He’s the sole heir of the Baker family, renowned for his elegance and charm.
Calista quickly pinched his side to silence him. Sensing his discomfort, Lucian caught her pinching hand, which had strayed toward his waist, and responded with an amused smile.
“Stop that. We can’t do this in public,” Lucian said.
Although he wore an innocent expression, the flirtatious tone and the deepening of Lucian’s voice added
a suggestive undertone.
Lucian maintained a composed expression, making Calista seem like the one with inappropriate thoughts.
Shooting him an irritated glance, Calista pulled her hand away and left the room. On the other hand, the
driver who had caused the accident was under police surveillance in the room next door.
He was still unconscious, and the exact reason behind the accident remained unclear.
Lucian had entrusted the handling of the matter to David and had no intention of delving into it further.
So, he accompanied Calista downstairs. As soon as Lucian and Calista left, Vivian’s assistant arrived.
Vivian squinted at the door and ordered, “Snap a few shots of me alone in this hospital bed and send
them to the reporters.
“Let them know that Callie, the conservator restorer, a widely respected expert in intangible cultural
heritage, has a heart of stone, leaving her rescuer bedridden and unable to have a meal.”
The assistant stood still and replied, “Mr. Hugo Jacquez just called and asked you to take good care of
your injury. However, he didn’t mention the idea of sending you to Apthon.”
“Right now, steer clear of any clashes with Calista and Lucian. Keep your behavior in check. Once Mr.
Hugo and Mr. Jean Jacquez calm down, and when you’re back on your feet, you shall remain in Capeton,”
he added.
Vivian turned sharply to look at him, her anger flaring.
“Who do you think you are to offer me advice?”
