Chapter 112

Gripping her wrists above her head with one hand and clutching her chin with the other to prevent her from biting. Tarquin glared furiously at the defiant woman before him.

“What are you, a wildcat?”

“Only if you’re the prey!” she spat back at him.

For the first time in years, Tarquin was at a loss. He had been overpowered and publicly humiliated by a woman, no less! He knew he had no ground to stand on today, and it was infuriating him.

He was well aware that using threats involving her child was a low blow, but without resorting to such tactics, how could he clear himself of her accusations?

Elijah’s condition was worsening by the day, and Tarquin was desperate to use her skills but feared she might harm Elijah. There wasn’t enough time to prove her innocence, so he had to play dirty.

After glaring daggers at her, Tarquin glanced at his wrist. “You’ve drawn blood!”

Elysia hadn’t expected that to be his complaint. Her lips twitched. “Serves you right!”

“Who gave you the guts to bite me?”

“I did, and count yourself lucky I didn’t bite it off. My teeth are the sharpest!” And with that, she bared her teeth at him, revealing two neat little canines, like tiny fangs.

“If you keep that up, I might just have to knock those teeth out,” Tarquin threatened.

“You…”

“You’ve got no reason to be upset about today. Sure, you were scared, but you’ve cleared your name.

You should be thankful.”

“Thankful? Oh, should I thank you then?”

“No need!”

“No need, my foot! I’ve seen shameless before, but you take the cake! Are you even a man? Let me go! Let me go!”

Elysia struggled fiercely, shaking her head and trying to free her hands while kicking wildly. Tarquin, left with no choice, pinned her down, trapping her legs with his own, rendering her immobile.

Their bodies, separated only by thin layers of fabric, pressed tightly against one another, and their hearts pounded with force. Their breaths mingled, warm against each other’s skin.

Elysia’s eyes widened with rage and embarrassment as she shouted out, “You pervert! Get off me!

Scoundrel!”

Tarquin too realized their proximity and quickly released her, stepping back as her cheeks burned with fury. She lunged at him once more, ready to strike, but he warned in a cold voice, “Stay away from me.

I’m warning you.”

“You…”

Gasping for air, Elysia managed to suppress her towering rage. “You better stay away from me and my children. If you dare to mess with me again, don’t blame me for not being polite. Scoundrel! Beast!

Scum!”

She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Tarquin with all her might before storming out. She wouldn’t let him push her too far; years of practicing medicine had taught her more than just how to heal.

Keaton and Lowell were still by the door. Seeing Elysia emerge, Keaton made an awkward attempt at being amiable, “Ms. Thorne, take care, goodbye.”

Elysia glared at him without a word, her disdain evident.

Lowell had already retreated into the suite, murmuring, “Tarquin…”

Tarquin stood frozen, holding the pillow Elysia had thrown, his face as dark as a thundercloud.

With a smirk, Keaton teased him, “Ouch, that looks painful. I thought you weren’t afraid of any woman?

Why not hit her back? How come she got the better of you? And look at that blush, did she violate your honor or something?”