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?”

so how would I

shame,” replied Cillian disappointedly. “I was hoping you could tell me something

wouldn’t dare gossip about Mr. Faymon’s matters. If I inadvertently

shrugged his

commotion

up, was squirming aggressively in the bathtub. At the same time, she was

be precise, she was staring

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

soft and

Cillian blushed in embarrassment. James, however, was not affected as he remained completely

cannot forget about you.”

James viciously kneed him

in pain. Agonized, he bent over his waist and lamented, “James, you’ve

for you since you’re

on the edge of the bathtub, stared at James pitifully. It was as if she was expecting James to do

upward and gazed at him

hell with your

and pushed her harshly into the water. Kristie

head, he

her face was still bright red, James pushed her head back into the

Cillian rushed over, panicked and flustered. “Do you want to drown

glance. “Shut

His thick eyebrows matched his narrow, elongated eyes. When

the water and then pushed it back

few times. In the end, Kristie’s face turned pale, and her temperature dropped. It

of the bathroom. “Go find Mr. Tylinski and ask him for two sets

Cillian scratched his

that James was going to drown Kristie, but it turned out that wasn’t the case. Judging from the look

expected of James.