What the hell was he talking about?
Claire didn’t want to listen to his nonsense anymore. She shook off his hand, and continued to give him a cold compress.
Gallon’s words suddenly popped up in her mind.
After a moment of silence, Claire lowered her eyes and asked casually. “Who was the man with you tonight?”
Hunter suddenly squeezed her cheeks with both hands and frowned crossly. “Don’t ask about another man in front of me.”
Claire choked at his words and turned her head to dodge Hunter’s touch.
“I just asked casually.”
“His name is Bill Carter. He is from the Yu Kingdom.” Hunter leaned back lazily, narrowing his eyes slightly.
He seemed to enjoy her cold compress a lot, and his voice slowed down. “He came to the Ye Kingdom for a pharmaceutical project. Our family has taken part in that project too.”
Claire paused.
Sure enough, Gallon was right.
Claire glanced at the man sideways and began to draw information out of him. “Has the medicine… been made?”
“Not yet.” Hunter replied, and then changed the topic. “There are some people locked in the institute.”
What does he mean?
Claire continued to ask. “How many?”
“About ten.”
Why were so many people locked up?
Could it be…
Claire’s heart did a flip.
Did those people plan to use those people to test the medicine?
Or did they have other uses?
Hunter opened his eyelids at this moment, grabbed Claire’s arm abruptly, and yanked her into his arms.
Caught off guard, Claire fell on Hunter. She hurriedly supported his chest with both her hands, and could even feel the beating of his heart.
Plops and plops, hitting her palms.
She raised her head and saw his deep, dark eyes.
Hunter’s sharp eyes seemed to be unfathomable.
His gaze ran across her face inch by inch, and his voice was a little cold. “What do you want to inquire about?”
Claire’s pupils shook slightly.
There was something wrong with his brain but he was not stupid.
He could detect her intention in an instant.
Under the man’s suspicious gaze, Claire was as calm as ever. She pushed him away and stood up, holding the ice bag in her hand. “The cold compress is done.”
Then she turned around and left.
It was late, so Claire stayed at the Johnsons’ villa.
It was the same room that she slept in before. Nothing in it had changed.
Claire lay on the soft bed but couldn’t fall asleep.
Hunter’s words haunted her mind.
She had to figure out what was hidden behind this so-called specific medicine project.
The next morning, when Claire walked downstairs, the servants had already prepared breakfast, which was made according to her taste.
Before long, Derek yawned and walked down the stairs, wearing a rabbit-eared nightcap.
“Huh? Claire? When did you come last night? Why didn’t I know…”
Claire glanced at him, didn’t speak, and picked up the hot milk glass next to her.
At this time, a loud bang came from the second floor.
The servants panicked instantly.
“It’s over. Mr. Johnson has gone mad again!”
Derek turned around and rushed to the second floor.
Went mad?
Claire put down the tableware and followed upstairs.
In the room, Hunter was lying on the ground, his face ghastly pale. His face was distorted in pain. He raised his slender neck and frantically tore his collar, as if he could not breathe. He was convulsing all over.
Derek was so scared that he hid in the corner of the wall, crying anxiously. “Hunter…”
Mr. Hopkins was trying to call the doctor.
The bodyguards used all their strength but still couldn’t hold back Hunter. The man was like a mad beast, growling in pain.
It was the first time Claire had seen him so crazy and irritable.
For some reason, she walked over and called out to him. “Hunter…”
Hearing the familiar voice, the man’s eyes seemed to regain a wisp of sanity. He suddenly grabbed Claire’s hand and hugged her in his arms.
Claire tentatively reached out and stroked the man’s back like comforting a child.
To everyone’s surprise, Hunter put his head on her shoulder. His breathing gradually became stable, and his tense body began to relax.
He quickly changed from a mad beast to a docile pet.
Everyone was stunned.
