A Night of Desire-Chapter 25: Which Bastard Is Bullying Me?

Seth Quinn paid no mind to Clara Grant’s comfort. He grabbed her by the arm, dragged her into the bathroom, and shoved her into the tub. He then turned the shower knob to cold, drenching her in a sudden, harsh spray.

The sudden shock of cold water on her feverish body was too much to bear. Clara Grant couldn’t help but wrap her arms around herself, letting out a low shriek before roaring, "Who is it? What bastard is doing this to me?"

Hearing her call him a bastard, the icy expression on Seth Quinn’s face hardened, and his voice became bone-chilling.

"I’m helping you!"

He was, in fact, helping her. He was just using a gentler method.

’Yes, gentle!’

’Compared to getting into bed with her to "cure the poison," a cold shower was obviously the gentler option!’

The reason he was enduring his own building heat, the throbbing ache in his groin, and forgoing the option of having sex with her wasn’t out of any concern for her. It wasn’t because he was unwilling to take advantage of her while she was incoherent. It was because he found the very idea of sleeping with her beneath him.

’A woman who sleeps her way to the top is someone I’d never stoop to touch!’

’As for his body’s intense physical reaction to her... that had to be just a coincidence. It was simply his own lust, dormant for twenty-eight years, suddenly waking up!’

"Help me?"

Clara Grant followed the sound of the voice, looking up at him. But under the influence of the drug, even as she stared at his handsome face, she couldn’t recognize who he was.

"Hah. Is this how you help someone? By pouring cold water on them?"

For some reason, hearing her say that, much of the coldness on Seth Quinn’s face dissipated, leaving only a faint, detached expression.

’Hmph. Looks like she still has a shred of clarity left in that head of hers. She knows it’s cold water, at least.’

"I’m not dousing you with cold water. It’s just raining."

Seth Quinn said it lightly, not noticing that his own voice, usually as cold as ice, held a hint of a thaw.

As for Clara Grant, the assault of cold water seemed to have chased away some of the heat in her body, but her mind remained muddled.

Perhaps because she wasn’t so hot anymore, she felt a little more comfortable. The tone of her voice softened.

"It’s raining?" Clara Grant asked, confused. She looked up at the curtain of water spraying from the showerhead, like a fine drizzle, and chuckled. "It really is raining. Rain is nice. I like the rain, because..."

She stopped mid-sentence, a sudden look of loss washing over her. Her large eyes were half-closed from the water streaming down her face, but Seth Quinn could still see the flicker of grief within them.

He froze for a second. ’She can feel sorrow? She can feel grief over something?’

’She said she liked the rain, because... because what?’ he wondered. She hadn’t finished.

Seth Quinn couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth to ask her.

But before he could make a sound, he saw Clara Grant lower her head slightly. The forlorn expression on her face and the grief in her eyes vanished completely.

Whether out of indignation or anger, she pouted her rosy lips and began to speak again, her words returning to her earlier grievance.

"Hmph. Don’t think you can all bully me just because I don’t have anyone backing me up. So what if my parents got divorced? So what if I’m not the same Clara Grant I used to be? So what if you won’t give me any acting roles? What’s the big deal?"

As she spoke, her soft voice suddenly rose in pitch. "You think I’m afraid of you? No, I just look down on all of you! My ambitions aren’t in acting, anyway. If I really wanted to act, do you think it would be hard? All I’d have to do is get with the CEO of Aegis, become the president’s wife, and what role couldn’t I get? I’d have my pick of scripts and my choice of directors. Winning a few Best Actress awards would be an absolute cakewalk!..."