Chapter 112


    Gripping her wrists above her head with one hand and clutching her chin with the other to prevent her


    from biting. Tarquin red furiously at the defiant woman before him.


    “What are you, a wildcat?”


    “Only if you’re the prey!” she spat back at him.


    For the first time in years, Tarquin was at a loss. He had been overpowered and publicly humiliated by


    a woman, no less! He knew he had no ground to stand on today, and it was infuriating him.


    He was well aware that using threats involving her child was a low blow, but without resorting to such


    tactics, how could he clear himself of her usations?


    Elijah’s condition was worsening by the day, and Tarquin was desperate to use her skills but feared she


    might harm Elijah. There wasn’t enough time to prove her innocence, so he had to y dirty.


    After ring daggers at her, Tarquin nced at his wrist. “You’ve drawn blood!”


    Elysia hadn’t expected that to be hisint. Her lips twitched. “Serves you right!”


    “Who gave you the guts to bite me?”


    “I did, and count yourself lucky I didn’t bite it off. My teeth are the sharpest!” And with that, she bared


    her teeth at him, revealing two neat little canines, like tiny fangs.


    “If you keep that up, I might just have to knock those teeth out,” Tarquin threatened.


    “You…”


    “You’ve got no reason to be upset about today. Sure, you were scared, but you’ve cleared your name.


    You should be thankful.”


    “Thankful? Oh, should I thank you then?”


    “No need!”


    “No need, my foot! I’ve seen shameless before, but you take the cake! Are you even a man? Let me


    go! Let me go!”


    Elysia struggled fiercely, shaking her head and trying to free her hands while kicking wildly. Tarquin, left


    with no choice, pinned her down, trapping her legs with his own, rendering her immobile.


    Their bodies, separated only by thinyers of fabric, pressed tightly against one another, and their


    hearts pounded with force. Their breaths mingled, warm against each other’s skin.


    Elysia’s eyes widened with rage and embarrassment as she shouted out, “You pervert! Get off me!


    Scoundrel!”


    Tarquin too realized their proximity and quickly released her, stepping back as her cheeks burned with


    fury. She lunged at him once more, ready to strike, but he warned in a cold voice, “Stay away from me.


    I’m warning you.”


    “You…”


    Gasping for air, Elysia managed to suppress her towering rage. “You better stay away from me and my


    children. If you dare to mess with me again, don’t me me for not being polite. Scoundrel! Beast!


    Scum!”


    She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Tarquin with all her might before storming out. She wouldn’t let


    him push her too far; years of practicing medicine had taught her more than just how to heal.


    Keaton and Lowell were still by the door. Seeing Elysia emerge, Keaton made an awkward attempt at


    being amiable, “Ms. Thorne, take care, goodbye.”


    Elysia red at him without a word, her disdain evident.


    Lowell had already retreated into the suite, murmuring, “Tarquin…”


    Tarquin stood frozen, holding the pillow Elysia had thrown, his face as dark as a thundercloud.


    With a smirk, Keaton teased him, “Ouch, that looks painful. I thought you weren’t afraid of any woman?


    Why not hit her back? Howe she got the better of you? And look at that blush, did she vite your


    honor or something?”