Chapter 195: Chapter 195

Finally, such a good opportunity allowed Eleanor Sterling to obtain the sample, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Alaric Faulkner about to move again, her face darkened as she pretended to be angry and scolded, "Do you not care about your life? Moving around , do you want your wound to reopen?"

Seeing that Alaric indeed stopped moving, Eleanor sighed in relief, "Rest well."

After speaking, she turned around, intending to leave.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Alaric got up from the hospital bed, grabbed Eleanor’s hand, and pulled her back.

Holding a few strands of hair in her hand, Eleanor was planning to store them away after stepping out: "???"

With this movement, the sample in her hand was gone!

Without having time to think it through, she was already pressed against the cabinet by Alaric.

He was slightly panting, his face even paler, possibly from pulling his wound.

Eleanor’s expression changed, this time genuinely anxious, exclaiming, "Are you crazy! Why are you getting up? If the wound breaks open again, it will bleed!"

Thinking of Alaric’s rare blood type, Eleanor was both shocked and worried; he must have used a lot before the surgery, and who knows how much Dylan Lawson had in reserve.

"Would you feel sorry?" he asked softly.

Eleanor’s heart trembled slightly. Choosing not to answer him, she reached out and touched his back, confirming that his clothes were already wet.

With movements like that, how could the wound not split open? She had stitched it beautifully, yet he didn’t appreciate it. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novᴇlfire.net

At the moment, Alaric felt Eleanor’s arms wrapped around his muscular waist.

He could feel her soft hands around him and, with her close proximity, smell the pleasant scent on her.

A heart-stirring aroma.

Eleanor was truly worried that the blood he just replenished would run out. She let go and stepped back a bit, her voice softening.

"Lie down first, let me check your wound."

Alaric’s dark eyes focused on her, not moving, with his gaze falling on her lips.

Eleanor’s lips were beautifully shaped, sweet to taste, making him tempted to lean in.

Noticing the dark look in his eyes, Eleanor sensed something familiar. She had seen it a few times, each time resulting in her being taken advantage of.

This rascal even in such situations had wicked thoughts about her; she reached out to push him.

An injured man is especially vulnerable, easily pushed away by her, but he didn’t forget to pull her along.

And so, they both fell onto the bed together.

Eleanor’s pupils contracted as she fell straight into him, considering her own weight, how could his injuries not worsen?

She immediately reached out to grab him, twisting in mid-air, and then found herself tightly pressed on the hospital bed by him.

"You really do care for me." Alaric leisurely looked at Eleanor, aware that her actions were out of concern for his wound, and his lips curled up in satisfaction.

Eleanor gritted her teeth. How could her brain give instructions ahead of her?

She should let this man suffer, it’s none of her business.

Their position was too intimate.

Also, she saw the gleam in Alaric’s eyes as if seeing her as prey caught in his trap.

"Want something, give a little sweetness."

Eleanor furrowed her brows, just opening her mouth to speak, when unexpectedly, the man leaned down and kissed her!

A cool sensation on her lips, and this time the kiss, compared to the previous assertiveness, was incredibly gentle, nearly letting her drown in it.

Eleanor was bewildered, forgetting to struggle.