?<strong>Chapter 380:</strong>


    “It’s much better now.”


    Joelle remained still, tense, as Adrian gently ced her on the bed.


    Adrian naturally prepared a temporary bed on the floor next to hers.


    Joelle smiled. “Aurora and Rnd are staying with the Finch family tonight, and you’re still nning to sleep on the floor?”


    Adrian was momentarily surprised; the habit was hard to break.


    Joelle made room on the bed. “Come on, tonight you can join me in the bed.”


    Adrian moved toward her, his approach a blend of eagerness and caution.


    He had to hold back, despite his racing thoughts; restraint was necessary.


    Joelleid her head on his arm, closed her eyes, and listened as he began to say, “Joelle, I want—”


    Before he could continue, Joelle, eyes still closed, said firmly, “Go ahead.”


    Joelle only truly understood how clingy Adrian could be once they started dating.


    Later, Joelle pointed out that she had been staying at his ce for quite some time.


    They were just dating.


    They weren’t a married couple sharing a home, so why should she live with him?


    Understanding her point, Adrian was intimate with her again, leaving Joelle to wonder whether it was his presence or their mingled perspiration that made them cling to each other.


    “Joelle, please stay… Don’t go,” Adrian pleaded, making it hard for her to decline.


    Worn out, Joelle eventually drifted off to sleep, forgetting to bring up her intention to return to her own ce.


    The night was far from calm.


    At Green Hill Mansion, a ck Rolls-Royce had hardly stopped moving when the door was already ajar. Once it stopped, a man hurried out, carrying another man in his arms.


    The driver attempted to assist, but the man was too quick for him.


    Looking down, the driver noticed dark spots leading to the vi’s door.


    He scanned the area to make sure no one saw before quickly wiping the ground clean.


    Inside, the sounds ofbored and gentle breathing mixed. The man set down on the sofa was six feet tall but barely weighed 120 pounds.


    “Chris, I’ll grab some medicine for you!”


    “Wade…”


    The weak man stretched his hand out but failed to catch his brother as he left.


    Suffering from anemia, he felt dizzy, and his vision blurred, making it seem as though the room spun around him. Chris Potter saw the lights burst into overwhelming res.


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