2024-12-23 03:52:13Rita hesitated, eyeing Jeffery with a suspicious glare.
His “methods” were unlike any she had experienced. It sounded like he was just a pervert trying to get a glimpse of her body, but the sincere expression on his face said otherwise.
“You fucking pervert, how dare you!”
The doctor flared up in anger upon hearing Jeffery's “methods.”
To him, Rita was a noble lady of extremely high standing. For this strange and seemingly perverted man to even dare suggest such a thing was… pure insanity.
Even the guards glared at Jeffery, their eyes burning with hostility, as if they wanted to tear him apart.
Rita furrowed her brows, staring at Jeffery as she weighed her options.
After a few minutes, she made her decision.
“All of you, leave us,” she commanded, waving her hand at the doctor and the guards, who stared at her, startled.
“But—”
“Do as I say,” she interrupted.
Reluctantly, the guards and the doctor left, leaving only the two of them alone in the room.
Rita sighed, removing her outer shirt and lying on the bed, her curves displayed in a way that left Jeffery blushing furiously.
“Deep breaths, deep breaths,” Jeffery muttered to himself, trying to calm down.
“What are you waiting for?” Rita smiled, “It’s a bit cold.”
Still blushing, he walked over to the bedside and sat down.
Taking a deep breath, he banished every inappropriate thought from his mind and focused intently on the treatment process.
He raised his hand, placing it on Rita's left chest, directly above her heart, and closed his eyes.
Tapping into his alchemical knowledge, he felt as if he could see her heart directly in his mind’s eye.
Her heart pulsated with a steady beat, but surrounding it were red-hot flames.
The fire element surged within her, weakening her body.
“I think I’ve found the cause of your sickness,” Jeffery muttered, making Rita’s eyes widen in shock.
For the first time in years, she dared to hope for a miracle.
With a steady breath, Jeffery summoned the water element.
The water flowed into her body, seeking out the intense heat and working to neutralize the flames.
The alchemical matrix he created inside her was like a delicate web, directing the water to exactly where it was needed.
Rita’s breath quickened for a moment, but then she felt cool vitality flowing through her like a calm river.
The burning sensation in her chest began to subside, leaving her utterly shocked.
As time passed, beads of sweat formed on Jeffery’s forehead.
The pain in Rita’s chest gradually dulled until, at last, it vanished completely.
Jeffery exhaled deeply, opening his eyes and removing his hand from her chest.
“How do you feel now?” he asked, smiling as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
Rita slowly rose from the bed, an expression of astonishment on her face as she examined herself.
Her physical condition was the best it had been in years, and the burning sensation she had felt in her heart was completely gone.
“This is… amazing,” she said, looking at Jeffery in awe.
Then, with curiosity in her tone, she added, “How could someone with such outstanding medical skills remain unknown?”
Jeffery let out a bitter chuckle.
“It’s kind of hard to explain. The situation is… complicated.”
How could he possibly explain? He dreamed of his father at the brink of death, then suddenly gained the knowledge of alchemy? It felt like something out of a video game, and he was sure she would think he was insane if he told her that.
“Thank you so much. I feel a lot better now.” A wide smile formed on her lips.
“What would you like as repayment?”
Jeffery shook his head and waved it off.
“No… I don’t need anything. You saved me from the brink of death, and I cured your illness. We’re even.”
“Really?” Her eyebrows rose in surprise.
Jeffery is still as kind as before.
Unlike others who are around her all day and have demands of her, Jeffery is different.
“If we could be friends, that would be enough for me,” Jeffery said.
Skilled in medicine, calm, kind, and handsome to boot.
If he turned out to be her fiancé, it would be great.
But there was one problem—from her investigation, she discovered that he was already married.
She opened her mouth to ask about that when, all of a sudden, his phone rang.
Seeing the incoming caller display on the screen, Jeffery’s expression darkened, twisting into something ugly.
It was Cora.
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The phone rang once. Twice. Then the line clicked."Rita?" the voice was sharp, calm, almost distant, but beneath it, she could hear the undercurrent of exhaustion—the weight of a man who carried more than anyone should."Jeffery..." she whispered, the tension in her throat cracking her voice. "I... I saw the news—about Ronan Blake—""Rita!" his voice snapped suddenly like a whip, cutting through the static of her panic. "Why the hell are you calling me? Didn't I tell you? Stay out of this! Don't reach out! It's not safe at all! You could—""I had to know," she interrupted, tears threatening to spill. "I needed to hear it from you. I couldn't just... sit there and do nothing—"His sigh was long, a mix of frustration, fear, and helplessness. "Do you even understand what you're putting yourself through? Or what you're doing to me by calling? I told you, Rita... this isn't safe. Not for you. Not for anyone. You reach out, and suddenly, you're in the line of fire."She flinched at the raw
CHAPTER 229
Rita sat frozen at her desk, the screen glowing with images she could barely comprehend. The alley, slick with rain, cordoned off by police tape, shattered asphalt reflecting neon light—every detail was seared deeply into her mind. Ronan Blake. Suspected Armed robber. Murdered. J recognizable.Her fingers trembled, hovering over the phone. She wanted to call Jeffery, needed to hear his voice, to confirm that the man loved could never do something so monstrous. To be honest, Jeffery had killed but it had never been brutal like last night's. And it was always because Rita's life had been endangered.But... what if she was wrong? What if he had actually done it? The thought made her stomach twist into knots, bile rising like fire.She pressed her palms to her face, trying to steady her racing heart. Jeffery had warned her countless times: keep your life normal, maintain appearances. Pretend the world doesn't see you as linked to him. That advice had always been theoretical—now it was pai
CHAPTER 228
The office felt suddenly smaller, the air heavier, as the officers stepped closer to Rita's desk. Their presence carried the weight of accusation, the kind that didn't need words to make a heart pound. One of them cleared his throat, his tone careful but unyielding."Miss Stirling, we need to speak about an incident last night," he began, voice low but cutting through the quiet hum of the office. "That's the main reason we actually came here."Rita's eyebrows creased. What were they talking about? What happened last night?"A man was found dead in an alley in the East District," the officer continued. "There were blood spatters, marks everywhere. Whoever did this left the victim... unrecognizable."This doesn't have to do with Jeffery, right? Rita's hands tightened on the edge of her desk. Her voice trembled, disbelief creeping in. "Unrecognizable? What... what are you actually saying?"The second officer leaned in, his gaze sharp, unwavering. "You know Jeffery Flamel, correct?""Yes,
CHAPTER 227
Rita Stirling woke to the pale light of dawn filtering through the curtains of her penthouse, the city below still stirring in its usual rhythm. She lay for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, letting her mind wander to Jeffery. The thought of him still hiding in an unknown place, carrying the weight of suspicion for murders he hadn't committed—one perpetrated by Aadam Prescott—made her chest tighten. She had to appear normal, calmly, unshaken—her every move a shield against the scrutiny that now surrounded.Jeffery had told her this the last moment they had met. He didn't want her being arrested as well. It would really tarnish the name of the Stirling family and affect the company—something which neither of them wanted. So she had agreed to do just as he had said, till everything had been solved. And that included not reaching out to him no matter what.Her morning routine was precise, almost mechanical. Every gesture—sliding into her blazer, adjusting her cuffs, the careful appl
CHAPTER 226
Morning came slow. Not with the violent crash of storms or the roar of lightning, but in muted, hesitant whispers. Sunlight, filtered through the thick clouds, fell in sickly gold silvers across the cracked motel blinds. Dust motes floated in the beams like tiny specters. The room smelled of damp concrete and faint herbs, lingering from the previous night's alchemical work. The faint pulse of the Philosopher's Stone nearby cast its soft glow, as if marking the passage of the night Jeffery had just endured.Jeffery stirred, the weight of exhaustion still draped over him like a second storm. His body ached—the remnants of the storm, of the rooftop confrontation, of controlling the mutated men—aching in quiet, insistent protest. But his mind, though fatigued, had begun to awaken. It prowled, like a wolf stretching after sleep, circling the corners of strategy, probability, and consequence.He sat up slowly, blanket slipping from his shoulders. The cot creaked under his weight, the sound
CHAPTER 225
The rain had subsided, leaving the city slick and glimmering under the faint glow of neon signs. The streets hissed with the last whispers of storm water, gutters carrying secrets down to the sewers.Jeffery moved like a shadow over puddle-slick asphalt, each step slow, deliberate, carrying the exhaustion of a body and mind pushed to their limits.The night's chaos lingered like a phantom across his shoulders. Mutated men had fled; the threat had been defused—for now—but the weight of responsibility pressed against his chest like iron chains. He could feel every pulse of the Philosopher's Stone beneath his coat, a quiet heartbeat echoing the storm that had passed but left scars in its wake.The city smelled of wet concrete and ozone, a scent that always reminded him of beginnings and endings at the same time. He inhaled deeply, letting it fill his lungs, steadying his Qi, centering himself.Every step toward the motel was both relief and dread. Relief because he could finally rest. Dr
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