A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

However, since he had already spoken, he could not go back on his words. He nodded, giving a slight murmur of assent.

Lyana looked at him, delighted. She quickly said:

– Thank you.

In her excitement, she reached out to caress the snake a little too forcefully. Forgetting that she was injured, she accidentally bumped against the cage with her arm, right where she had been bitten. She inhaled sharply in pain, turning pale in an instant.

Looking at Lyana’s wound, the snake pitifully lowered its head and rubbed gently against her arm.

It grabbed Lyana’s uninjured arm, and headed for the door.

She looked at Vincent’s side profile in confusion.

– Where are you taking me?

– To dress your wound.

Vincent’s voice was as pleasant as ever, but beneath his words was an undercurrent of authoritative force. It would not be easy to disobey whatever the voice commanded.

There was a flash of surprise in Lyana’s eyes. Without a struggle, she let Vincent drag her into the bedroom.

Sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating the entire room.

– Sit on the couch first.

Vincent looked at the couch not far away. He turned to Lyana and said:

– I’ll get a medical kit.

Only then did she remember something. Quickly, she said,

– Don’t help me dress my wound first. Take the medicinal bath first. I will bandage my wound after helping you with the acupuncture. Otherwise, the wound will still need to be bandaged after coming into contact with the water.

In the past, Vincent would have hated anyone who talked too much, but right now, he felt differently.

Lyana’s voice seemed to be able to penetrate his heart. Her voice left its mark on his heart.

It was something he had never felt before.

Suddenly, Vincent’s breathing hit. He felt as if someone had clutched at his chest, causing a sudden jolt of pain.

He had never felt this strange before.

He let go of Lyana’s hand. Her beautiful face was expressionless and her voice had several husky undertones.

– Lyana.

Lyana’s heart skipped a beat. It was the first time Vincent had called her by name in such a husky, gripping voice.

He looked at her and said with a serious expression,

– Mrs. Sanchez, you are a lady. If you are in pain, just scream. It won’t be embarrassing.

Lyana’s eyes widened. She looked at Vincent in disbelief. She hadn’t expected him to comfort her in this way.

At that moment, Lyana’s heart was beating wildly. Before she could react, Vincent had already poured disinfectant alcohol all over her wound.

Without any warning, he attacked.

Pain shot through her arm. Lyana couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

The next moment, Vincent approached her. Without hesitation, he leaned over and sealed her lips with his.

As their lips touched, Lyana’s scream was swallowed by Vincent, leaving behind only a moan.

She looked at Vincent in total shock. She hadn’t expected him to, and her mind went completely blank.

Vincent had kissed her.

His lips were slightly soft and there was the lingering smell of Chinese medicine. It was intoxicating.

What was she thinking?

How could she think Vincent’s lips were soft?

He had kissed her!

Lyana came back to her senses in an instant. She pushed Vincent away and looked at him warily.

Her pale face of was now slightly red. She frowned, her expression displeased.

– What are you doing?

Vincent observed the mixture of embarrassment and anger in Lyana’s eyes, as well as her agitated look. A trace of amusement flashed in her eyes, but her expression and demeanor remained cold.

– Does it still hurt?

For some reason, Lyana’s heart started to beat. Hearing Vincent’s words, a trace of confusion crossed her face, but she quickly returned to her senses.

He was probably using this method to distract her.

She asked with a serious expression,

– Are you using this method to distract me so that I don’t feel any pain?

– What else?

Vincent pulled Lyana’s arm and began to bandage her wound.

– The latest research shows that kissing can relieve pain.

Lyana was speechless.

Vincent was now exuding a frightening aura, as if the person he had just kissed was not her.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

If they were in a comic book, a line of crows would have flown over Lyana’s head. She frowned.

Didn’t Vincent have a phobia of women?

Yet it didn’t seem like he had such a phobia after all!

Vincent had already finished dressing Lyana’s wound. He stood up with an indifferent expression and put the medical kit back in the closet.

– Vincent Sanchez!

Lyana called abruptly.

Vincent turned to her, who was still sitting on the couch. He raised his eyebrow.

– What’s wrong?

– You kissed me!

She said in frustration, her eyes a little red.

– And?

Lyana looked at Vincent, unsatisfied. She really hadn’t expected kissing to be such a casual affair in Vincent’s eyes.

– Do you expect thanks?

Lyana said through clenched teeth.

-You’re welcome.

Lyana had never expected Vincent to accept her shamelessly. Furious, she began to breathe heavily. If only she could hit him right then and there!

It was the first time Vincent had seen Lyana angry. She didn’t look as clean and cold as she usually did. Instead, she looked a little more innocent and adorable. He thought for a moment and said:

– If you think you’ve gotten the short end of the stick, why don’t you kiss me back?

Lyana was speechless with shock and rage.

She exhaled a long breath, trying to suppress the anger in her heart.

– There’s no need for that! Take off your clothes and go for your medicinal bath.

Vincent didn’t say anything else either. He obediently followed Lyana’s commands.

Lyana wrapped his bandaged wound in plastic wrap and performed acupuncture on Vincent while he took the bath.

When she was done with that, it was time for her to give Vincent a massage.

This time, she used a lot of force during the massage. She had thought that Vincent would be in so much pain that he would not be able to take it. She did not expect him to have any reaction for the entire massage.

She felt like she was hitting a cotton ball. She simply could not be bothered by Vincent anymore. Standing up, she turned and left.

Vincent was sitting alone in the tub. Looking at the closed bathroom door, his throat was working slightly.

Her slender hand lightly touched his lips and he remembered what he had felt on Lyana’s lips.

Her lips were soft and even carried a slight sweetness.

This feeling was actually identical to the impression the girl from five years ago had left on him.

Could it be that everyone’s lips tasted like this?

Or was it just Lyana’s lips?

Vincent’s mouth was a little dry. As he licked his lips, his eyes darkened.

After rinsing himself off in the shower, he stepped out of the bathroom. Immediately, he heard his phone ringing from the bedside table.

He reached over to pick up the phone. After a while, he said gravely, – Very well. Please let Mr. Huet know that I will be there on time tomorrow!

The next morning.

Many well-known personalities of An City appeared at the opening of the new research branch under the name of Huet family.

Lyana arrived early in the morning. Chiara first greeted guests, but when she saw Lyana, she rushed up to her and said happily,

– You’ve finally arrived! I’ve been waiting so long! Why are you so late?

Lyana couldn’t help but laugh. She gently squeezed Chiara’s nose and said:

– It’s only seven o’clock. The opening ceremony will start at ten. Is that considered late?

– It’s fine. I should have taken you here yesterday! Says Chiara with a smile.

The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked to the backyard of the Huet Research Institute. Lyana saw Mr. Huet pruning expensive herbs.

When he saw Lyana, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. However, when he saw that Lyana’s hands were empty, he could not help but frown. He said sadly,

– Didn’t you say you wanted to give me a surprise? Where is the surprise?

– The surprise is on its way. It will be here soon!

Lyana’s smile was like a flower.

The director of Huet Hospital was delighted. Looking at Lyana happily, he reached out to stroke her white beard as he scolded,

– You are too polite, my child. Pleasing yourself is enough. You don’t have to bring a gift.

Lyana and Chiara looked at each other and smiled, an unspoken understanding between them.