Chapter 23 Left A Bite Mark On His Shoulder
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Having been packed off to the countryside at the tender age of nine, Minerva knew that she really shouldn’t harbor any expectations toward Clifford, that so–called father of hers. Sure enough, his phone call only drove that cognizance deeper.
Well, he’s still the same man I know–wholly obsessed with medicine, vain, cares deeply about appearances, and wishes fervently to expand Somerville Pharmaceuticals. His greatest pride now is his daughter, Kelly. As for me, who had returned from the countryside, he could conveniently use me and arrange for me to marry into the mafia. He’s utterly indifferent to my fate.
“Got it, Dad. I’ll be there tomorrow.”
At her compliance, Clifford’s tone gentled. “Minerva, remember that we are your family. I know it’s tough living with the mafia. But just bear with it for the sake of our family’s glory. As for your uncle, we’re ultimately a family, alright? No matter what, he is your uncle in name. You should show him some respect.”
“Got it” Minerva then ended the call.
Switching off her phone, she settled into Zevan’s arms and closed her eyes. In truth, she was filled with sorrow deep down, for she was essentially an orphan.
She yearned to be like an ordinary child, loved by her parents and having a simple and peaceful life. Yet, that was simply an extravagant wish for her.
She had no home and was nothing more than an abandoned child, unloved by her parents.
Perhaps feeling the cold, Minerva snuggled deeper into Zevan’s arms. His embrace was solid and warm, capable of being a safe harbor for any woman.
Her head rested against his chest, the steady and strong rhythm of his heartbeat giving her a profound sense of security.
She thought she would suffer from insomnia, but she slept soundly in the man’s arms until dawn, her sleep uninterrupted.
Zevan slowly opened his eyes. It was then early morning the next day.
His eyes carried a hint of grogginess and momentary disconcertion.
It had been many years since he had last slept throughout the night to awaken naturally in the beautiful early morning
Closing his eyes, Zevan moved to gather the girl in his arms closer.
He knew she had spent the entire night in his arms, for the lingering warmth and scent of her remained.
However, he found himself grasping nothing but thin air, his arms coming up empty. Minerva had already disappeared.
Immediately, all of Zevan’s drowsiness fled. He flipped the silk blanket off and got up from the couch.
At just that moment, the door to the study swung open. Francis walked in, his face lit up with joy. “Mr. Lemieux, you’re awake? Mrs. Lemieux told me not to disturb you when she left and let you sleep a bit longer. It’s been so many years since you’ve last slept through the night. Even Dr. Naylor couldn’t accomplish this feat, but Mrs. Lemieux did. This is simply miraculous. Sir, has Mrs. Lemieux perhaps studied medicine?”
He found it utterly unbelievable, knowing Zevan’s condition better than anyone else. After Minerva had gone into the study last night, he had been exceedingly worried. But against all odds, his employer had slept throughout the night with her in his
Zevan glanced out the door. “Where is she?”
“Mrs. Lemieux said she was going out to handle some matters and will return at night, Mr. Lemieux.
“Did she say where she was going?”
“No”
“Did
you send someone to
to go with her?”
Chapter 23 Left A Bite Mark On His Shoulder
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Zevan returned to his bedroom and headed straight for the shower, When he took off his white shirt, he caught sight of a deep, tiny bite mark on his shoulder in the mirror.
Ah, she bit me. Just by looking at this tiny bite mark. I can imagine how hard she must have clamped her teeth onto me then that she has left her mark on me now.
He didn’t go to the office that day. Instead, he worked from his study. In the evening, he glanced at his wristwatch. It was already eight o’clock, but Minerva had yet to return.
Zevan pulled out his phone, only to see no messages or calls from her.
His chest felt tight, and he was slightly displeased. Just then, a melodious ringtone split the air, signaling an incoming call.
He swiped the answer button and picked up the call. “Hello.”
Silas Hotchner’s voice promptly drifted out from the other end. “Zev, it’s been a while since you’ve been out for some fun. I heard you got married. Have you become so engrossed in your marriage that you’re already living the life of a househusband?”
Househusband?
Zevan’s striking brows furrowed, and he warned impatiently. “If you continue with the nonsense, I’m hanging up.” “Wait, Zev. There’s a business proposition to be discussed with you. Lorenzo and I are waiting for you at Bar 1949.”
