Claire lunged to her feet with a swish. “I’m going to call the doctor!”
Spark grabbed her wrist. “You don’t need to call a doctor. It won’t hurt if you sleep with me.”
“…”
Claire blushed, and after quite a while she cursed. “You are nuts!”
She was in a huff like an angry little hamster.
His Claire was so cute.
Spark held back his laughter. He raised his head, looked at her expectantly, and continued to coax. “Claire… it really hurts. Come, hug me.”
Alright…
Claire surrendered to his pitiful look.
She took off her shoes and socks and slowly climbed onto the bed. Before she could lie down, she was slammed into his arms by the man.
Spark wrapped his arms around Claire’s waist and pressed his chin against her head.
Claire slowly closed her eyes, and to her surprise, she slept very peacefully in the man’s arms.
During the period of recuperating, perhaps out of guilt, Claire had been taking care of him, staying by his bed.
A week later, Spark’s injury healed.
Early in the morning, Claire hadn’t woken up yet, and Spark had breakfast in the hall.
The servants cast doubtful glances at him.
Emperor You seemed to be in a good mood recently and had thrown tantrum less often. He wasn’t even as picky as usual.
At this time, Bert walked into the hall.
Spark slowly put down the tableware and asked him. “I heard that you have the ability to erase the memories of others?”
Bert nodded and replied. “Yes, whose memory do you want to erase?”
“No one. I just asked.”
Bert smiled and said, “If you want to learn, I can teach you.”
Spark raised his eyes.
Claire didn’t wake up until noon, and Noah brought her lunch in time.
After eating and drinking to her fill, she went downstairs for a walk, and when she walked to the door, she saw Spark standing outside, opposite a beautiful woman.
She was obviously not a servant of the You Palace, and she didn’t seem to be afraid of Spark.
Claire couldn’t see Spark’s expression, but she could see the woman was talking with a smile, and the two seemed to know each other very well.
Noah said on the side, “That is the daughter of the Secretary-General.”
“OK.” Claire was expressionless, but she secretly clenched her hands and returned upstairs.
In the afternoon, Spark came to her room.
Claire was lying on her side on the bed with her back facing him.
He sat by the bed and held Claire’s shoulders. “Claire, let’s go out to enjoy the sun.”
But he got no response.
Spark leaned close to Claire’s ear and blew a breath to her ear naughtily.
Claire suddenly grabbed the pillow and hit the man’s face. “Get lost…”
The man caught the pillow, feeling a little at a loss. “Claire, what’s the matter with you?”
Claire said huffily, “Go find someone else to sunbathe with you!”
“Who do you mean?”
“The secretary-general’s daughter.”
Hearing this, Spark chuckled. He cupped Claire’s small face with both hands, and asked with a smile. “Claire is jealous?”
“No.” Claire still drew a long face.
The man’s eyes were full of joy. He was as happy as a child and coaxed her. “Claire, don’t be angry. She has been pestering me, but I drove her out of the palace a long time ago.”
Claire still ignored him.
Spark leaned his head against Claire’s face and rubbed affectionately. “Claire, throw a tantrum at me more. I like it.”
Claire frowned.
Are you insane?
In the garden, Claire was lying on a wicker chair, narrowing her eyes and feeling a little drowsy in the warm sun.
Spark came over slowly and squatted down beside Claire, pushing away the scattered hair from her forehead. “Is it warm?”