Chapter 295
Chapter 295:
When Colton read her expression, his mouth curved into faint amusement. “If you’re hoping to slap me, you’ll need a little more energy p>
Kristine said nothing. She really did want to hit him — but she had no strength left for it.
When Colton offered her the spoon again, she hesitated, then lowered her head and finally took a bite. He was right. If she wanted to fight back, she would have to regain her strength first.
She finished two generous bowls of chicken soup, and as the last of it went down, she felt her body slowly come alive again. Without warning, she fixed Colton with a look — and promptly kicked him.
Colton had already anticipated her move, catching Kristine’s ankle without any trouble. “If you want to hit me, you’ll have to eat more p>
Frustration washed over her. She tried to pull her leg free, but Colton only held on more firmly.
The door creaked open, and both of them looked toward it. Asher appeared in the doorway. Frowning, Kristine quickly drew her leg back.
Colton’s eyes darkened, and a sly grin spread across his lips. “Is sneaking around your new hobby p>
Asher’s face gave nothing away, while Kristine shot Colton a frosty glare. “Could you speak to people with some respect for once, Colton p>
Colton’s features hardened. When he glanced up, he caught the faint, teasing smile on Asher’s lips, and a wave of tension pressed at his chest, his expression growing colder still.
𝖡е 𝗉𝗮𝘳𝘁 о𝘧 𝘰𝗎𝗋 𝗰о𝗆m𝘶𝘯i𝗍y 𝗈𝗻
Turning his attention to Kristine, Asher spoke in a voice warmer and softer than usual. “Today was the show’s premiere. I went to your place, but you weren’t there. I asked around and learned you’d been hospitalized, so I rushed here as soon as I found out p>
He let his gaze settle on Colton as those words left his lips — making the search sound effortless. The truth was, he had deployed everyone he could to locate Kristine. Here in Peudon, Colton wasn’t the one in charge, yet finding her had still taken considerable effort. Ever since Colton’s arrival in the city, he had been quietly but steadily building his influence.
Kristine’s mind had felt foggy for days. Asher’s reminder finally brought the show’s debut back to her. Unwilling to let the awkwardness linger, she glanced around the room until her eyes landed on the television.
“Asher, would you mind turning that on for me p>
“Of course.” He began to maneuver his wheelchair toward it, but a rush of air made him pause. Catching on quickly, he reached for the remote — only to find that Colton had gotten there first.
Each man gripped one end. Neither let go. The remote began to warp under the pressure.
At that moment, a nurse entered the room.
“Ms. Green, I see you’re awake.” She greeted Kristine first, then turned her attention to the other two. Spotting them locked in their silent struggle over the remote, she paused with mild surprise.
Unable to keep watching, Kristine turned to her. “Could you turn the television on for me p>