Chapter 79 A Hole in Lucian’s Head
Calista tried to push Lucian and retorted, “Don’t touch me.”
But Lucian’s strength was overpowering. No matter how hard Calista struggled, she couldn’t break
free from his firm grip around her waist.
Finally, Lucian’s lips left hers briefly, and he didn’t rush to initiate another kiss. Instead, he
maintained their position and looked at her with half–lowered eyes.
Calista’s fair complexion now bore an expression of disdain. She might have slapped him without
a second thought if her hands weren’t restrained behind her.
Lucian let out a chuckle. His voice was laced with desire and a raspy undertone. His fingers
pinched Calista’s face, forcing her to turn back toward him.
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He pressed his lips firmly against her face, then trailing down to her jawline and neck. After his
passionate embrace, her skin bore a delicate, rosy flush.
Calista had dressed lightly for her plan to grab a quick bite downstairs. She wore only a base layer
and a long cardigan. Her dressings left her utterl
vulnerable to Lucian’s advances.
She screamed and cursed, but her resistance and struggles were useless. Lucian paid no attention
to her actions either. Lucian gripped Calista with one hand while the other held her face firmly.
He teased, “So, you’re already transforming into a virtuous maiden at his mere return?”
Lucian’s lips remained close to Calista’s face while speaking.
Calista’s mind went blank. She was overwhelmed by Lucian’s forceful acts.
Her hands fumbled on the shoe cabinet, and suddenly, her fingertips touched something. She
grabbed it and swung it at him without a second thought.
A loud “thud” echoed through the room. Lucian stopped kissing her. Calista stared in
astonishment at the fresh blood trickling down Lucian’s forehead.
She released her grip, and the object she had grabbed fell to the floor. It was an aromatherapy accessory placed on the shoe cabinet.
Lucian remained motionless. The bloodstream flew down his forehead. His face showed no sign of
pain, even though blood was staining it.
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He looked at Calista from his towering height. The dim light outside the window cast an eerie glow on his blood–ameared face. Calista panicked.
“I’m sorry. I’ll call an ambulance for you.
Although Lucian appeared to be symptom–free and ment*lly sound, a head injury should not be taken lightly.
It would be advisable to have him thoroughly examined at the hospital for peace of mind, and his forehead wound should receive proper care.
Although Calista wanted a divorce, she never wished for Lucian’s death. Despite his lack of affection for her, he had not mistreated her in other ways.
He generously gave her an unlimited credit card for expenses, imposed no obligations on her, and never demanded she perform household tasks. Were it not for the emotional turmoil, this situation would be the envy of many.
Nonetheless, as soon as other expectations came into play, each moment became unbearable. Men like Lucian had a talent for evoking emotions in any woman.
Calista’s current income would enable a life of total comfort if she didn’t owe Lucian three million dollars.
Calista considered fetching the first aid kit but realized she had just moved in yesterday and hadn’t had the chance to prepare these things yet. Lucian closed his eyes. His visions were blurred and appeared unsteady.
He sarcastically asked, “Are you worried about my well–being?”
He chuckled lightly and continued, “No one will bother you anymore if I die. Even though the Baker family might not allow Paul to marry a widow, he might be willing to face the world with you if he genuinely loves you, even if it means starting from scratch.”
Calista grabbed a handful of tissues and roughly pressed them against Lucian’s wound.
“You can’t stop being sarcastic even with a hole in your head, can you?”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’m afraid of ending up in prison for your death. I don’t want to spend my prime years in a cell. I’d rather find a handsome young man to date. Who wants a twilight romance?”
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Calista bent down to pick up her bag. Lucian stopped her just as she was about to call for an ambulance.
“Mr. Whitman is downstairs.”
His condition wasn’t critical, and there was no need for emergency assistance. The bleeding from his forehead had stopped with the tissues, so there was no point in wasting medical resources.
Meanwhile, Jonathan was smoking downstairs. He was startled when he saw Calista helping Lucian out, who had blood on half his face. He quickly discarded his cigarette and rushed over.
“Madam Calista, how did Mr. Northwood get injured so severely?”
Calista thought for a moment. It was a challenging question to answer.
She didn’t fear Jonathan, but it could lead to wild speculation if this information reached Selena. A typical wife wouldn’t smash their husband’s head!
Lucian looked at her calmly, showing no intention of helping her explain the situation.
Calista lied without a hint of embarrassment, “He fell. Please take him back if he gets drunk again next time, Mr. Whitman. Don’t let him wander around. His injuries might have been worse if I hadn’t acted quickly today.”
Lucian remained silent. He watched as Calista quickly transformed the situation to turn her into a heroic savior instead of an assailant. Jonathan appeared conflicted.
“Madam Calista, maybe you should consider moving back. I’m just a servant. I can’t interfere in Mr. Northwood’s affairs.”
They went to a private hospital nearby. It was only a short drive away.
After the doctor finished dressing Lucian’s wound, he assured, “There shouldn’t be any major issues. If you’re still concerned, we can do a CT scan. Alternatively, we can monitor your condition for dizziness, nausea, or excessive drowsiness before deciding on a CT scan.”
Lucian glanced at Calista, who seemed unresponsive.
“Doctor, I live alone.”
“That won’t do. Someone needs to keep an eye on you. Some concussion symptoms may not be evident initially, so you should spend the night in the hospital or have a CT scan done now.”
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Calista said, “Doctor, please order a CT scan.”
However, Lucian remained firm.
“No CT scan.
Calista grew impatient.
She exclaimed, “Then just stay in the hospital!”
Lucian’s tone remained casual as he replied, “No hospital stay.”
Calista grew increasingly frustrated. Additionally, her stomach was growling out of hunger.
Calista asked, “You’re being indecisive! What do you want to do? Are you going back to your mother’s place?”
Lucian replied casually, “You’re the one who hit me. You tell me, what should I do?”
