Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Drake White Embarrassed, Lord Jing Steals Another Kiss
Every word Claire Green said made the corners of Drake White’s mouth twitch.
With that face of yours, how dare you say it’s unbearable to look at?
But, why does he find it so funny?
To protect her other identity, the girl really gave it her all.
Julian Sia gave a meaningful hum, "Unbearable to look at? I heard J’s appearance is anything but ordinary?"
"Indeed, it’s anything but ordinary. After all, not everyone can be as unbearable to look at," Claire Green’s eyes flicked upward, she roasted herself with great steadiness.
Pfft.
Drake White couldn’t hold back his laughter. If the timing wasn’t off, he would have recorded a video to show the old cat and the others.
The haughty J actually had a moment like this.
However, laughing and laughing, he suddenly stopped.
Julian Sia and Claire Green were both staring at him with vague smiles.
"Looks like Drake White has a different opinion on what Claire said," Julian Sia’s lazy and playful voice sounded.
Drake White choked, he merely laughed, was there a need to frame him?
J was sitting right next to him, what different opinion could he possibly have?
"I didn’t, I’ve never seen J," he chuckled awkwardly.
Unexpectedly.
George Xyler suddenly chimed in, "Never seen him? I saw you guys working together quite seamlessly during the raid."
"Maybe it’s a talent. J and I are just online friends who haven’t met face to face."
Sensing danger everywhere, Drake White felt like he was truly in a hot spot, with the girl in front threatening him relentlessly and Julian Sia eyeing him from behind.
He just dabbled in some stuff, how did things turn out this way?
Not wanting to continue discussing the topic, Claire Green got up lazily, her eyes tinged with fatigue as she looked at the man.
"Where’s the room?"
Upon hearing this.
Julian Sia rolled his throat, his face full of teasing, "Claire can’t wait."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other three were successfully stifled.
Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared in the girl’s eyes, "Can’t compare with you, brother."
Watching the two heading upstairs, Drake White let out a heavy breath and left quickly as if being chased by a ghost.
When Julian Sia returned downstairs, Mason Quinn glanced at the stairway before speaking seriously.
"Murphy is dead."
He thought Claire Green would just stir up trouble, but he didn’t expect her to make someone disappear without saying a word.
Judging by their expressions, the others knew exactly whose hands Murphy’s death was related to.
Julian Sia’s gaze paused, a fleeting indulgence in his eyes.
He understood that Claire’s actions were to completely eliminate future troubles.
"The weird expression just now was because of this?" George Xyler internally felt calm, it would be strange if Murphy hadn’t gotten into trouble.
"Of course not," Mason Quinn shook his head, "It’s just that the way she died was too gruesome."
With that, he recounted the scene he witnessed word for word.
After a moment.
George Xyler chuckled lightly, "Spitting image of Julian’s playful persona."
These two really are destined for each other, their personalities are remarkably similar.
His words hit the nail on the head, Mason Quinn nodded frantically, "Exactly, when I saw it, Julian’s persona torturing others suddenly popped into my mind."
Not that they’re unrelated, just that they’re identical.
...
Back at his villa, Drake White couldn’t wait to open his computer and went on a rant online.
[Drake White: Here’s a joke, J looks unbearable to see.]
As soon as it was posted, his number one fangirl couldn’t sit still.
[Bluebird: Get lost, saying J looks unbearable, have you seen how shabby you look?]
[Garfield: Bluebird’s words are low-harm, high-insult.]
[Spirit Fox: What courage gives Drake White the audacity to say such outrageous words, did you forget what happened a few days ago?]
Seeing their one-liner responses, Drake White rolled his eyes, he really had to be brainless to talk to them.
Though thinking like this, his body was still honest.
[Drake White: Get lost, these are J’s own words.]
Things went silent in M.K. for a moment, but within seconds more messages appeared.
[I am a Sheep: The bigshot said it themselves, why?]
[Nether Lord: Is she not reverse humble-bragging?]
[I Love Eating Sheep: Waiting for big news.]
[Drake White: Because her Divine Healer identity got exposed by Julian Sia, then he asked her about J’s matter, and she self-mocked without limits.]
Exposed identity, how thrilling!
Victoria Windsor stared at the message for a while before dialing out.
"Your identity got exposed?"
Receiving the call, Claire Green wasn’t surprised, given Drake White’s character, he was sure to tell them.
"Yeah," her voice was low and slow, filled with weariness.
"What happened?"
"He is the Manor Master of Poppy Estate." Claire Green lay on the bed, the blanket and room filled with a faint scent of pine.
She merely asked the man to arrange a room, yet he directly gave her his room.
Victoria Windsor was silent for a while before she burst out laughing, "I have to say, you two really do suit each other."
One went to F Continent for business and got their identity exposed.
The other at F Continent, while exposing the identity of a bigshot, also exposed their own identity.
Luckily, it was just the exposure of Emma White’s identity; if they knew Claire Green also had J’s identity, she’d be overwhelmed.
"Since everything’s fine, I won’t disturb you." She spoke with a hint of ambiguity.
Ending the call, Claire Green chuckled silently; none of these people have normal brains.
Gradually, sleepiness overcame her, and her typically cold demeanor in sleep now appeared heart-stirring.
The room door creaked open gently, and Julian Sia’s heart felt a sudden pang at the sight of the girl curled up on the bed.
Not the first time seeing Claire Green sleep, but every time it causes an irresistible pang of bittersweet pain.
Slowly approaching, he adjusted the room temperature and gently tucked her arm under the quilt, pressing both sides firmly.
He stared at her sleeping face for a few seconds, unable to resist brushing her hair behind her ear before getting up to leave.
Taking two steps out, he seemed to have thought of something and went to the walk-in closet, returning with a medical kit.
He placed the kit on the bedside table, carefully pulled her injured arm out from the quilt, then kneeled beside the bed and meticulously applied ointment.
The cool moonlight mixed with warm lamp light, making the scene in the room harmonious and comforting.
"You’re really not one to give up."
After applying the ointment, Julian Sia watched her tenderly as he whispered.
When his gaze fell on her lips, his throat moved slightly; intending to leave, but his grip on sanity suddenly snapped.
His cool lips lightly touched hers for just a second before withdrawing.
"Goodnight, Claire."
He turned away, unaware that the girl’s eyes opened until the room door closed, Claire Green reached out her arm.
She laughed softly at the ointment-smoothed place, wondering if he thought his movements were small or that she was a heavy sleeper.
Did he really think she wouldn’t wake?
However.
Her brother really was becoming progressively "bold", moving from the forehead to the lips this time.
Recalling the recent sensation, the warmth seemed to linger on her lips.