Chapter 285
Ian dipped his head and pressed a kiss to her lips, chuckling, "Missed you, so I came to check on
you."
To see her sooner, Ian had barely caught a wink of sleep these past few days. His eyes still bore the
crimson threads of fatigue.
ra gently caressed his chiseled jawline, her voice tinged with concern, "You must be exhausted,
aren''t you?"
Ian''s nose brushed against her cheek as he whispered in her ear, "Yeah, I''m beat, but it''s nothing
compared to how I spend time with you in bed."
His words sent a blush scurrying across ra''s face. She yfully thumped his chest, feigning
annoyance. "Cut it out, will you? People can hear us."
Ian let out a low chuckle, "Can''t I steal just one kiss, then?"
Before ra could react, he leaned in and captured her lips again. The crisp scent of mint,ced
with deep desire, swiftly drew her into its spell. Soft moans escaped between breaths.
Ian''s kisses grew more fervent as if they carried days of longing. His cool fingertips caressed
ra''s cheek, and his voice was husky with emotion. "ra, I''ve missed you so much."
Her cheeks burned under his lips, her eyes slightly reddened, and her voice was hoarse with
emotion, "I missed you too."
They were entwined in a passionate embrace in the yard when, suddenly, Casey''s voice came from
inside the house. "ra, what''s taking the barbecue so long? Is everything okay?"
ra pushed Ian away, her voice still shaking from their heated moment. "It''s all good. I''ll be right
there."
With that, she took Ian''s hand and led him inside. "Grandpa Reed, Dad, Ian''s here."
Reed, spotting Ian, waved with a smile. "Ian, haven''t had dinner yet? Come and join us. ra, grab
Ian some cutlery, will you?"
With a smile ying on his lips, Ian walked over to the bedside, ncing at Reed''s leg with
concern. "How''s your leg doing, Reed?"
"Much better, doesn''t hurt much, and I can move it on my own now."
"That''s great to hear. I brought some ointment for muscle and bone injuries. It''s in the car. I''ll bring it
over tomorrow morning."
Reed beamed with pride at his granddaughter''s husband – so handsome and always so
considerate. He bustled about, "You must be starving. Come eat."
Ian nodded, taking a seat beside Brodie, his expression suddenly turning cold. "What are you doing
here?"
Noticing Ian''s jealousy, ra quickly exined, "I ran into a nasty dog outside. Mr. Brodie saved me
from a bite, so I invited him over for dinner."
Ian ruffled ra''s hair with a smile. "Why so nervous? I was just asking. Isn''t it a bit too coincidental
to bump into him in this secluded little vige?"
"He''s here on business. Stop overthinking and eat." ra served him a piece of savory pot roast,
shooting him a look that told him to drop it.
Ian praised proudly, "ra''s cooking gets better every day."
He yed the host to perfection, offering Brodie a piece. "Mr. Brodie, have some more. My wife''s
pot roast is top-notch. Try it while it''s hot."
He then turned to Casey with a polite offer, "Have a taste of this wine. It''s been in my collection for
years, too good to open until now."
With just a few words, he established his ce at the table.
Brodie''s eyebrows lifted imperceptibly, and his gaze clouded with unspoken thoughts. He leaned in
close to Ian, his voice a low murmur. "Mr. Hayes, you''re in such a hurry to marry ra. Are you
afraid she''ll leave you if she finds out how her mother died?"
At these words, Ian''s expression faltered, his eyes dark with menace. He poured Brodie a ss of
wine with deliberate slowness, a meaningful smile on his lips. "If you so much as whisper a word to
her, you won''t live to see another sunrise!" His words were harsh, but his face was a mask of
amiability.
Brodie, too, raised his ss with a smile, clinking it against Ian''s, his tone cool butden with threat.
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"If you make ra unhappy, you''ll answer to me first."
"Don''t worry, she''s my wife and not your concern."
"She''s been under my watch since she was little, and I won''t allow you to hurt her."