Chapter 136


    How could ra not see the obvious intention? It was maddening.


    With his sunsses on, Ryker whistled in his direction, then grinned and said, “Sorry, buddy, looks


    like rain’s on the way. Gotta dash and pick up my girl.” With that, he popped open a ck umbre


    and made a beeline for ra.


    Seemingly oblivious ton’s mounting fury, Dawson pointed to the car and said, “Mr. Hayes, isn’t


    that Ryker? What’s this about picking up a goddess? Is he shacking up with Attorney ra now?”


    His eyes widened in surprise, catching sight ofn’s scowl reflected in the rearview mirror, darker


    than a thundercloud.


    Dawson mmed up instantly, spooked into silence.


    Then the rain began to fall, a fine drizzle that soon intensified, drumming against the car windows


    and sshing up in a spray.


    pushed him to the outside.


    ra looked up for a moment and saw a man standing in the rain, clutching a bouquet. Their eyes


    met across the veil of rain, and although they were only steps apart, ra felt like worldsy


    between them.


    Her face was expressionless as she bid farewell to her alumni and climbed into the car, not sparing


    lan a second nce.


    ra was ignoring him now. Even seeing him in the rain did not draw her concern. This was not the


    ra whose world had once revolved solely around him.


    Just then, Dawson camé running over with an umbre. “Mr. Hayes, the rain’s getting heavier. Best


    get in the car before your wound gets infected.”


    It took a while forn to respond in a hoarse voice, “So what if it gets infected?”


    “An Infection could lead to a fever, Mr. Hayes. Let’s head home and get you treated.


    Jan arched an eyebrow, his gaze icy. “You go back. I need to walk alone.”


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    Without waiting for Dawson to react, he strode off into the rain, indifferent to Dawson’s pleas.


    At nine o’clock that night, ra’s phone rang. It wasn’s housekeeper, a woman who had always


    taken good care of her. ra had no reason not to answer.


    “Hello, what’s going on?”


    “Ms. ra, Mr. Ian has a fever of 38.5 degrees. He refuses to take his medicine or see a doctor.


    He’s waiting for you toe and tend to him.”


    ra’s brow furrowed in frustration. “Please call Dawson or Dr. Chase. They have more sway with


    him than I do.”


    “Ms. ra, Mr. Ian says he won’t let anyone touch him except you.”


    “Then let him suffer,” she snapped, ending the call abruptly.


    Secondster, the phone rang again.


    “You telln that I am not a doctor, nor am I his personal nursemaid. His life or death has nothing to


    do with me. Stop calling me,” ra said, ready to hang up.


    But from the other end camen’s voice, deep and hoarse. “ra, if I go public with our


    rtionship, will youe back to me?”