Fall In Love with the Dominant Billionaire
Chapter 103 Warm My Bed
How could Malcolm miss the sarcasm in Vincent’s tone? His gaze softened as he addressed the newly seated Reese. “Honey, I want to sit next to you.”
“You can’t do it yourse
Reese, about to refuse, cought Vincent’s schadenfreude–laced smile out of the corner of her eye. She hated
being laughed at.
Since he liked to laugh, she’d ensure Vincent would have nothing tough about soon.
Her eyes curved, her demeanor instantly tender. “Of course, darlingt
Her voice was sweet and gentle, like the soft scrape of a kitten’s paw cross his heart, oddly ticklish.
A smile crept into his eyes, knowing Reese got his message. With her help, Vincent wouldn’t stand a chance.
Reese moved closer to Malcolm and seated herself next to him, then casually reached for a pastry from the table and held it to his lips. “Didn’t you say you were hungry earlier, babe?”
Malcolm’s gaze lingered on Reese, whose natural poise mirrored that of a truly loving couple. His heart skipped despite knowing it was an act he still reveled in it.
He secretly yearned for the day Reese would show him such affection trully and not just for an audience.
Playing along, he bit into the t
treat, his eyes glittering with a bright, unmistakable shine as he watched her.
Their cozy display seemed to unsettle Vincent, his expression clouding subtly. Was this intentional?
Nearby, Everly stamped her foot in annoyance. “Grandpa’s right here. Tone it down,
you two.
With a provocative glance at Vincent, Malcolm’s eyebrow quirked teasingly. “Didn’t you think Reese and I lacked chemistry?”
Vincent coughed into his hand, his smile stiffening as he fought to suppress it.
He really brought it on himself, poking fun at them to end up being the butt of their ridicule.
them for no reas
no reason, knowing full well that both of them have such strong pride, only
Everly was feeling suffocated, as if her mind was clogged with cotton shooting a reproachful look at Vincent.
“Vincent, why did you have to say those things?”
With a sense of resignation, Vincent replied, “I was just speaking off the cuff.”
Little did he know, their vengeful streak ran deep. Right in front of Grandpa Flynn, they engaged in some serious public displays of affection, nearly overwhelming him.”
Finn Sawyer was also caught in the crossfire. Despite his age, he had to endure the antics of the young couple. Had it been any other belle that Malcolm was so pleased with, he would have been delighted. But why did it have to be Reese?
Reese was a tough nut to crack, and Finn was worried Malcolm wouldn’t be able to handle her. A man should marry a girl who is obedient, sensible, and gentle.
All he wanted was for Reese to help Malcolm’s leg heal, not for them to end up together.
“Alright, Vincent, you might as well check out Malcolm’s leg first. Reese has been treating him for quite a while without much
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success; who knows when it’ll actually get better.”
The mention of Malcolm’s injury brought a frown to Finn Sawyer s
Vincent had been waiting for Grandpa Flynn to say just that. His last attempt to gauge the situation had been blocked, but with Grandpa Flynn’s say so, even Malcolm couldn’t refuse.
He walked towards Malcolm, a look of concern spreading across his face.
worry, Malcolm, I’ve been abroad studying how to heal your leg. I’ve come across some promising methods we could try”
Malcolm instinctively glanced at Reese, wondering what move she’d make next.
As Vincent approached, Reese deftly pulled a needle from her sleeve and inserted it into an acupoint on Malcolm’s shoulder–ac sharp pinch like an ant bite, noticeable but not intense.
He didn’t quite
understand Reese’s intentions, but having chosen her he decided to trust her.
Vincent placed his hand on Malcolm’s pulse, probing delicately. Malcolm remained composed, while Reese seemed nonchalant, sipping tea and nibbling on pastries beside him, her hand resting casually on Malcolm’s shoulder.
Vincent couldn’t help but frown. Logically, Malcolm’s meridians should have cleared by now. Reese had supposedly sourced some rare medicinal herbs for him, so why did his energy still seem blocked? It was very strange indeed.
Jack wasn’t necessarily worried about Malcolm not recovering; what he feared was that if Malcolm did recover, Grandpa Flynn wouldn’t have oyes for anyone else. No matter how hard jack tried, his efforts went unnoticed.
How come, when all the kids were Flynns, Grandpa Flynn had such to Grandpa Flynn, he was always someone to keep an eye on, as if I
soft spot for Malcolm? jack saw himself as just as capable, but
couldn’t be trusted.
But Jack figured as long as Malcolm was seething with that stubborn pride, his recovery would be in vain.
y would stall, and Grandpa Flynn’s efforts
Malcolm fixed Vincent with a gaze sharp as a hawk’s, noting the furrowed brows.
“Finished?” Malcolm inquired.
Vincent retracted his hand, his slender eyes dancing with a faint smile, but it lacked any real warmth. Instead, it was as if a cunning fox lurked behind them, crafty and deceptive.
“Don’t worry about it, Malcolm. Your leg might need more treatment. I suppose Reese did her best, but let me prescribe something to help you along, Vincent offered.
Hearing this, Finn Sawyer’s flicker of hope dimmed, and his complex on soured.
“So what you’re saying is Malcolm’s leg isn’t healed yet. Is there any improvement?”
“There is some improvement, but it’s not significant. Don’t rush, Grandpa, time is on our side. One day, I’m sure Malcolm will stand,” Vincent reassured Finn Sawyer, indirectly suggesting that Malcolm wouldn’t recover anytime soon.
But as to how long it would actually take, even Vincent couldn’t guarantee.
Finn Sawyer, trying to rally his spirits, turned to Reese. “Reese, didn you his feet?”
assure me that within a week Malcolm would be back on
Beese was at a loss for words with Finn Sawyer. She had indeed kept her promise and helped Malcolm to stand, but if he wasn’t
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willing to show it, what could he possibly do?
Malcolm suddenly spoke up, “Grandpa, I’m the one who had Reese stop the treatment. Lately, I think I’ve been overmedicated, feeling a bit under the weather. Vincent said it too, right? My leg won’t recover quickly; there’s no hurry.”
Seeing Malcolm’s unfazed and calm demeanor, Finn Sawyer felt a pary of frustration.
“Young man, why aren’t you more concerned about your own matter? If you get better sooner, you can take full control of the company. With you like this, how can I be at peace?”
When Finn Sawyer spoke, he seemed completely oblivious to Vincents presence. However, Reese caught the subtle shifts of jealousy. anger, and restraint on his face. Clearly, her instincts were spot on; Mincent might appear mellow and harmless, but underneath that façade, he could be brutally cold. No wonder Malcolm was always on guard.
Reese didn’t want to get caught in the middle of the Flynn brothers feud. She yawned and excused herself, “You guys keep talking: I’m heading up.”
As she ascended the staircase, Malcolm called out to her retreating figure, “Honey, could you warm up the bed for me?”
Reese just..
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