Chapter 1165
Until Blossom wore herself out, Elysia stepped in to break things up.
“Alright, Blossom, it’s not entirely his fault p>
Elysia pulled Blossom away, and the two kids let go of Zane.
Zane was left with a bloody nose and scratches all over his face. Blossom might have been just an ordinary woman, but she was still an adult and packed a punch. Plus, Evan had taught her a couple of moves before Zane showed up.
Zane gingerly touched his face, wincing at the pain. He was furious, but he had to keep it under wraps. There was no way he could retaliate against Blossom in front of Elysia.
Elysia helped Blossom sit down and gently wiped away her tears and the blood on her hands. Then she turned to Zane with feigned concern.
“Are you okay? Do you need a doctor to take a look p>
Hearing Elysia’s concern lifted Zane’s spirits a bit. Just as he was about to
respond, Tarquin chimed in with a mocking tone.
“If a few scratches from a girl get you down, that’s hardly manly p>
Zane gritted his teeth but told Elysia, “I’m fine, don’t worry p>
“Take a seat,” Elysia invited him.
She got up to fetch a first aid kit, “Let me clean up those cuts on your face p>
Zane was taken aback, but the dark cloud over his heart lifted instantly. He smiled warmly, “Sure p>
Tarquin pursed his lips, his expression dark. If it weren’t for Elysia’s plan, he’d never let her treat Zane personally.
Elysia opened the first aid kit, suppressing the urge to stab Zane with a knife, and picked up some alcohol and cotton swabs to clean his wounds. As soon as the swab touched Zane’s cut, he hissed in pain and flinched away. Elysia had spiked the alcohol-it stung a lot!
“Can you handle it?” she asked.
Zane, unwilling to show weakness, nodded, “I can p>
But soon, cold sweat broke out all over him from the pain.
“Elysia, Elysia, Elysia she said softly, looking into Zane’s eyes.
Everyone in the room knew Elysia was attempting to hypnotize Zane, and they watched tensely, barely breathing for fear of disrupting her and causing the attempt to fail.
Tarquin’s brow furrowed, his concern for Elysia evident. She had confided in him last night that she planned to hypnotize Zane to delve into his subconscious and find where Winona was being held. He had hesitated because Zane’s feelings for Elysia were something he had kept from her, afraid she’d be disgusted if she found out.
Time seemed to drag on until Elysia suddenly gasped in horror, her body going rigid with shock.
The room held its collective breath, anxious yet unwilling to interrupt. “Ugh p>
Elysia bolted to the bathroom, retching.
Everyone hurried after her. Elysia was hunched over the sink, throwing up her breakfast. Tarquin stood by, gently rubbing her back, trying to comfort her. Elliot quickly filled a cup with water, ready for her to rinse her mouth.
Elysia’s distress was palpable, and the group crowded the bathroom door, their faces etched with worry.
Once she was done, they anxiously asked, “What happened p>
Elysia’s eyebrows knitted together, struggling to find the words. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected that Zane actually liked her. His subconscious was filled with thoughts of her-he’d even imagined their wedding!
She was thoroughly repulsed. No wonder Zane treated Winona the way he did; he didn’t really care for her at all!