Chapter 70 Out Of Her Room (Part Two)

"Spencer!" She moved closer to him.

"Did you drink your liquid medicine?"

"No, not yet."

"Why not?" he asked, brows still furrowed.

"It’s too bitter." Celine rolled her eyes. "Do you still remember before when I refused to take the medicine? How did you feed it to me then?"

"I don’t remember," he answered a little too quickly.

"You’re lying!" Celine grabbed his arm. "You drank it and then fed it to me. I loved making fun of you. After that, I kissed you, and you turned so red!"

He blushed. But now, it felt different. At the beginning, Spencer didn’t really know anything about men and women. Everything he knew about relationships, it was from Celine. It was even her where he got his first kiss. And yet now...why did he feel so eager about Fiona? Was it just because he hadn’t touched a woman in years?

Celine noticed the absent-minded look on his face and cracked a smile. She then slowly rested her head on his shoulder. "Spencer, the fever is making me feel so bad. Can you stay here and sleep with me tonight?"

As soon as she touched him, he felt himself turn numb for a moment. It was not long before he came to his senses and immediately pushed her away. "Are you crazy?"

"Am I crazy?" Celine raised her head. "I haven’t seen you in six years. Since I’ve come back, we barely got along and spent even just three minutes together. Don’t you reminisce about our past at all? How can you be so cold to me?"

"Stop your nonsense!" He gritted his teeth.

"What’s wrong?" She smiled sarcastically at him. "Should I be happy or sad for you, Spencer? You’re still scared that someone will see the two of us alone together. Does that mean you haven’t forgotten me?"

"Stop it." He clenched his fists, trembling with anger. "From the moment you left six years ago, we have become only brother and sister."

"Don’t you dare say that. I was forced to leave!" she roared. "We were together even before your father and my mother met through the blind date. We were solid! I’m not asking for a status. It is more than enough that you like me."

"Your fever’s clouding your senses. You’re not making any sense." Spencer frowned. "I just checked on you to see how you’ve been doing. It’s getting late now, so I’m going. Rest well."

"Spencer！ Spencer!" She rushed to him from behind and held him, pressing her head against his back as she cried. "Please don’t go! One night is all I ask. I’ll ask for nothing else!"

He felt as if his whole body was burning.

"Mrs. Cheng!" The nanny wa

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

nly one he could think about. Even when he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. Did she even know how much she drove him crazy? Why was she so disgusted with him? Why did she not even want to know about his day, nor even express any feelings about him?

And why did he seem to care about all of these? Shouldn’t he hate Fiona?

Spencer clenched his fist and punched the bed. With his body still tense, he rose out of bed and walked out. There was a loud bang as the door shut behind him.

Fiona gasped for air. She felt irritated at herself for being impulsive with her words. Spencer found himself at Le Bar shortly after,

though he wasn’t exactly sure why he’d come.

He went up to the second floor and walked to the innermost private room. With an icy expression, he kicked the door open.

"That was open. You didn’t have to kick it." Terence raised an eyebrow as he stared at his temperamental friend. "Tell me, what did you and Fiona fight about this time?"

"We haven’t!" Spencer plopped himself into the sofa. "Don’t mention her to me ever again!"

"So you won’t care about Leona, then?" Terence asked.

He snorted as if he didn’t care, though his expression visibly changed. "I’ve always separated public from private interests. Of course I care about Leona’s case. I guess we’ll find out about her from the school soon."

"You’re not going to hand her over to the police?"

"Forget it. She is a poor girl." His brows furrowed. "She lost her father at a young age. She’s lived a hard life."

"I know someone whose life has been harder than hers," Terence replied with a vacant look on his face.

"Who?" Spencer turned to look at him.

"Fiona."