Chapter 138 - Chapter 137

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((( CLAIRE )))

"Great…I wanna fucking kill you Claire."

"Do it."

He exhaled exasperatedly.

"Afraid?"

I challenged him.

"Remember Claire," he locked his eyes on me.

"I can manipulate everything. I can ruin your family or make them better. Besides…you've been her for a few days and not even a single soul dared to tell the police. Money can do all things possible."

I wanted to strangle him.

"Fuck you Zhio," I tried to reach his neck.  

"Enough," he raised his arms.

"Enough? Yes I'm…" my sight reeled again.

I felt like collapsing.

"Claire…"

I tried to control my balance but it was nauseating. The pit of my stomach started to twist and an eerie coldness ran in circles beneath my skin. Zhio held my shoulders and just as his hands gripped my arm, all the food that I have eaten earlier returned back in a smelly slimy goo.

I vomited right at his chest.

I looked at him in surprise and ran for the bathroom.  

(ZHIO)

First in my car. Then now on my chest.

She's vomited twice in front of me since we met.

"Claire," I took off my clothes that she vomited on and followed her to the bathroom.

She's still throwing up.

"Claire?"

Her eyes were teary from retching. It was painful, really.

"I think I ate something that upset my stomach," she turned to me.

"What did you eat?"

"Food of the rich. I'm not particularly inclined with such cuisines."

I pinched her nose,

"just tell them what you want to eat."

"I want my own cooked meal."

"Poor excuse for wanting to get out," I smirked.

"I don't buy that."

(CLAIRE)

The first thing I noticed when I turned to Zhio was his toned abs…

Then his perfectly hard…

…expression.  

"Get out," he said.

"Yey, I'm free!"

"I said get out of the bathroom. You vomited on me so I'm gonna wash myself."

I ran.

Half laughing as my heartbeat raced.

"Claire!"

I made face at him, dashed for the door, and walked freely through the hallway.

He didn't chase.

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