There are three things in a person that cannot be concealed: cough, poverty, and love—the harder you try to hide them, the more conspicuous they become.
——Vladimir Nabokov, "Lolita"
Withdrawing her gaze, Gan Yuan looked down at the book in her hands, trying to cover her panic.
"You’re holding the book upside down."
The man behind the desk gently reminded her.
Instinctively, she tried to flip the book in one direction and, after noticing the text, realized she’d been tricked.
The man chuckled at this; she took a deep breath, slammed the book down on the small table, and pushed her wheelchair towards the door.
Huangfu Jue sat still, watching her retreating figure calmly.
With bodyguards outside, he wasn’t worried about her leaving.
In fact, at that moment, he even felt a sense of anticipation.
She’d been away from him for five meters by now; if she were to leave the study and head towards the main door, it would probably be ten meters, right?
Gan Yuan pulled open the door, took hold of the wheelchair, and attempted to push with force, but then she suddenly stopped.
In her moment of fury, she almost forgot the words he’d said.
Turning her face, she stared at Huangfu Jue, who sat beside the table, holding a pen and watching her with an inscrutable gaze. She moved the wheelchair in one direction, then back again, and pushed towards the French windows instead.
As if she’d let him exploit her weakness—no chance!
As the wheelchair passed by his study, the man reached out and grabbed the wheelchair’s handle.
The next moment, she had been turned around to face him.
Before she could complete a word, the man had leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
Her hands were held down on the chair, rendering her unable to break free. She lifted her foot to try and push him away, but the man held onto the wheelchair firmly, leaving her no chance to escape.
Instantly, she bit down again, and this time, she successfully bit his lip.
Her skin tingling, Gan Yuan exerted force backward, wrenching herself free from his grip.
Panting and with a flushed face, she glared at him!
"Next time, run farther away!"
The door was knocked, and Will gently opened the study door.
"Sir, there’s someone here for Miss Gan."
"Mr. Lu, there’s no need for you to go in!"
With the bodyguard’s voice, a tall figure rushed over, squeezing past Will into the study.
"Littleyuan, I heard you were hurt, so I specially made chicken soup for you." He strode over to Gan Yuan, shaking the thermos in his hand, "How about it, are you already drooling for it?"
"Mr. Lu!" Will hurried over, grasping Qiao Liang’s arm, "I am terribly sorry, but the Duke is currently busy."
"It’s alright, he’s busy, I’m not." Gan Yuan raised her hand to take the thermos from Qiao Liang, "It smells delicious; I really want to eat it."
That bastard, taking advantage of her injury, playing the rogue whenever he pleased.
Not to give him a taste of his own medicine, he really thought he had her completely under his spell!