His Precious Love

Chapter 75 Come Here

“At a time like this, who cares about being gentle?” James cursed angrily before snatching the bottled water and forcing Kristie to drink it.

He was being too aggressive, causing Kristie to choke and cough. Water overflowed from her lips to her chin.

“Hey! James, take it easy.” Cillian’s heart was hanging by a thread, and he stammered, “She’s Mr. Faymon’s favorite. We can’t afford to mess up.”

James sneered.

If she’s Mr. Faymon’s favorite, why would he look for another woman?

Once he was sure that Kristie had swallowed the medicine, James tossed her back into the bathtub. She slid into the water clumsily, startling Cillian, who sprang to carry her out.

“Khaff, khaff…” Kristie struggled to catch her breath. Her body was wet all over, and her eyes, though half-opened, lacked focus.

She continued to mumble softly, and it was apparent that she was suffering.

“Wait three minutes and monitor her situation.” James removed the black woolen cap on his head, revealing his messy short hair. In these few hours, he had been busy running around to get things settled.

Cillian asked, “Is that possible? Can these medicines take effect in just three minutes?”

“I sure hope so,” James said. He brought back the medicines from school a while ago but never used them. Now he had to try them all on Kristie. “If the medicines don’t work…”

“Then what do we do?” Cillian abruptly asked.

James gave him a sidelong glance and sneered, “Then you’ll have to do something about it!”

“Me? F*ck off!” Cillian stammered, quickly placing Kristie back in the bathtub. Obviously, he wanted nothing to do with her. “No, no, I’m still too young for this.”

“Stop pretending!” James sneered. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.”

“Come on. She’s one of Mr. Faymon’s women. I will never even think about it. Besides, you don’t know Ms. Winton well. If she finds out that I did anything to her, she will probably come at me with a knife. Didn’t you say that Mr. Faymon was with another woman? What does she look like?” Cillian jumped to a different topic, obviously interested. “Is she local? Or is it Ms. Garland?”

would I

“I was hoping you could tell me something

inadvertently offend someone, I would be found dead

then shrugged his

was a commotion coming from

was squirming aggressively in the bathtub. At the same time, she was mumbling about the heat as she pitifully gazed at James and

be precise, she was staring at

were visibly red, and she seemed to be on the verge

voice was soft and gentle, like sweet,

blushed in embarrassment. James, however,

cannot forget about you.” Cillian nudged James

kneed him in the

over his waist

you’re asking

It was as if she was expecting James to do something. Irritated, James

and gazed at him

hell with

to swell. He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and pushed her harshly into the water. Kristie struggled to breathe, but the

down in his head, he

her face was still bright red, James pushed her head

Cillian rushed over, panicked and flustered. “Do you want to drown her alive? Let

sidelong glance. “Shut your mouth. Do you

his narrow, elongated eyes. When he narrowed his eyes, they radiated gruesome killing intent.

out of the water and then

her temperature

and carried her out of the bathroom. “Go find Mr. Tylinski and ask

scratched his head

but it turned out that wasn’t the case. Judging from the look on

expected of