Marrying His Nemesis: Kicking My Scumbag Fiancé Away!-Chapter 93: Enough to Stir Her Heartstrings

The man’s kiss came unexpectedly, Seraphina Thorne had no time to dodge.

By the time she reacted, the man’s lips and tongue had already intruded without politeness.

Seraphina obediently closed her eyes, allowing him to take what he wanted.

The kiss carried a sweetness of chocolate and a rich fragrance of champagne.

All her senses seemed to gather between her lips and teeth.

Every subtle touch from the man was enough to stir her heartstrings.

All other sounds faded away; Seraphina could only hear the pulse pounding in her ears and the heavy breathing, unsure if it was hers or his.

Initially, Ethan Sterling only intended for a taste.

But once it started, he instinctively wanted more.

One hand clasped her waist, and his palm naturally slipped under her sweater.

It grazed her side ribs, gliding over familiar curves.

Being kissed and teased by him...

Seraphina only felt her legs weakening, almost unable to stand. She grasped his arm subconsciously, tightening her fingers.

Her grip caught his injured arm, pulling Ethan back to his senses from the fervor.

He released her, taking a sharp breath.

Seraphina sensed something was wrong with him and raised her face, panting.

"Are you... okay?"

"It’s nothing." Ethan withdrew his arm from her hand and averted his gaze, "It’s late, you should rest."

Seraphina stood dazed for two seconds before realizing what he meant.

She bit her swollen lips that he had kissed and stepped back.

"Good night."

Whispering hoarsely, she turned around and went upstairs into her bedroom.

She pushed open the bathroom door and stood in front of the vanity to remove her makeup.

Thinking about the earlier kiss that almost drove her out of control, Seraphina instinctively clenched her fist.

Indeed, he must be tired of her by now, right?

He didn’t even have the interest to touch her.

Shaking her head, Seraphina turned on the faucet and placed her hand under the water.

Noticing the unusual color on her palm, she raised her left hand in puzzlement.

In her palm was a conspicuous bloodstain.

She carefully examined her hand and found no sign of a wound.

It wasn’t her blood.

Recalling the scenario earlier, Seraphina realized her palm was on Ethan’s arm when he kissed her.

Could it be...

Ethan was injured?

Worried, she quickly turned off the faucet and rushed out of the bedroom.

Noticing the guestroom’s light was on, Seraphina quickly walked over and pushed the door open.

Beside the guestroom bed, Ethan had already removed his shirt, carefully unwrapping the bandage on his arm, its bright red peeking through.

Hearing the door open, Ethan grabbed his shirt, covering his arm.

"Why did you come?"

Ignoring him, Seraphina strode over, took his arm, and pulled his obstructing shirt away.

This time, she saw clearly.

The bandage was already soaked through with blood.

"What happened?"

Realizing he couldn’t hide it, Ethan nonchalantly pulled at his lips.

"It’s nothing, just a flesh wound."

"Let me see." Seraphina reached out to take hold of the bandage.

"It’s fine, honey..."

Ethan raised his hand to stop her, but she swatted his hand away.

Carefully unwrapping his bandage, Seraphina saw the black sutures on his arm with blood still oozing, making her heart ache and her brows furrow.

"You call this nothing?" She glared at him angrily and draped Ethan’s shirt over his shoulders, "Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital!"

"Honey, no need to exaggerate..." Ethan held her arm, "It’s already much better, no need for the hospital. Just disinfect and bandage it for me."

"But it’s so serious, what if it gets infected or..."

"Don’t forget, we both drank; we can’t drive, plus this late, where would we find a taxi?" Ethan smiled as if unfazed, "Really, it’s fine, just some bandages will do."

Seraphina took another careful look at his wound.

After a few days of healing, the wound had considerably deswelled, and the recent bleeding was just the surface splitting, not very serious.

It was just the sutures on top and the blood that made it look alarming.

"Alright, you sit here and wait for me."

Supporting Ethan to sit on the bed, Seraphina turned and hurriedly went downstairs to find the first aid kit.

Taking a cotton swab, she carefully used tweezers to wipe away the blood around his wound.

Ethan’s injury, near his elbow, might have torn open when playing the piano tonight.

Thinking about this possibility made Seraphina both feel heartache and annoyance.

"With an injury, why did you still help me in the competition?"

Ethan responded lazily, "Small wounds like these are nothing compared to my wife’s competition."

"You..." Seraphina glared at him, took a bandage to cover it, and secured it with tape, "Did the doctor prescribe medicine?"

"On the table."

After tossing the trash into the bin, Seraphina washed her hands thoroughly, got him a glass of water, checked the anti-inflammatory medicine on the table, and frowned again.

"This is cephalosporin; you can’t drink alcohol with this, you really don’t make things easy!"

Angry and scolding, Seraphina was met with Ethan’s laughter.

"Don’t be mad, hubby was wrong, okay?"

Giving him a sidelong glance, Seraphina flipped through the box, pulling out another kind of anti-inflammatory.

Two pills in her palm, she held the water glass in one hand, offering the medication to him.

"Take this one, it works similarly and won’t react with alcohol."

"Yes, ma’am!"

Ethan agreed with a smile, instead of taking the pills, he pulled her hand over, directly pushing her palm to his lips, swallowing each pill from it.

Feeling the man’s lips brush her palm, a tingling sensation spread.

Seraphina’s arm softened instantly.

Retracting her palm, she forced herself to appear calm, handing him the water glass.

Ethan, holding her hand and the glass together, took a couple of sips, swallowed the pills, and then smoothly pulled her onto his lap.

"Are you really mad?"

"No." Seraphina lowered her lashes, "I originally... I don’t even have the right to meddle in your affairs."

"Nonsense." Ethan took the water glass from her fingers, placing it on the bedside, his eyes smiling, leaning closer, "You said you’d be responsible, and now you’re backing out already?"

Seraphina didn’t want to continue the topic, turning her face away.

"What happened with your injury?"

"Nothing, just bumped into something."

His wound clearly looked like a tear; how could such a wound be just from a bump?

After being together so long?

Even if he didn’t really like her, was she not worthy of the truth?

Anger surged in Seraphina’s heart.

She pushed Ethan’s arm from her waist and stood abruptly.

"If you don’t want to tell me the truth, just forget it, there’s no need to lie!"

Grabbing the first aid kit from the table, she turned to leave.

"Honey!" Seeing she was genuinely upset, Ethan grabbed her arm, "I... I just didn’t want you to worry."

"Whatever, suit yourself."

Seraphina shrugged off his arm, storming out of the room.

These days, she had been holding back her temper.

But now, she really couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Seraphina, listen to me." Ethan followed her into the hallway, "This happened the night you qualified for the competition last week, when I went to meet the supplier and got hurt."

Already at the staircase, Seraphina abruptly halted.

Last week, the night she qualified, he didn’t go to see Chloe Foster; he went to meet the supplier?