Fevered Trap
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Jensen tossed the phone to Hansel and muttered, “Tell her the Witch Doctor didn’t show up. I waited all day and passed out from exhaustion. Tell her not to bother me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hansel swiped to answer, and Sharon’s shrill voice immediately burst through the speaker.
“Jensen! Did you find the Witch Doctor? When’s he going to treat my hand?!”
A flicker of mockery passed through Hansel’s eyes, though his tone remained perfectly respectful. “Ms. Summers, Mr. Luke waited at the ck market all day without finding the Witch Doctor. He’s left someone to keep watch. Mr. Luke copsed from fatigue. Please focus on recovering and don’t add to his stress.” <fn5e85> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? find[f]ovel</fn5e85>
“What? How can that be? Wasn’t the Witch Doctor at the ck market? How did you not find him?! What am I supposed to do without him?! What about my hand?!”
Sharon’s frantic screams came loud and clear, echoing in Jensen’s ears.
His gaze darkened.
The woman who imed to love him-upon hearing he had copsed-showed not one ounce of concern. All she cared about was herself. About her hand.
Howughable.
For the first time, Jensen saw Sharon’s so-called love for what it was.
And to think, he’d destroyed Natalie-the woman who truly loved him-for this.
If Natalie had heard he passed out from exhaustion, she wouldn’t have even asked about the Witch Doctor. She’d have been consumed with worry for him.
Some people are priceless. Others aren’t even worth the dirt underfoot.
He used to treat this trash like a treasure.
Jensen cast a single look at Hansel, who promptly ended the call.
“Where to now, Mr. Luke?”
“Back to Grand Pavilion.”
Even though Natalie was gone-and every trace of her had been removed-he still felt closest to her there.
“Oh, and have Foster use the design sketch to remake the cufflinks.”
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Chapter 71 Fevered Trap
He couldn’t let go of the fact that he’d lost Natalie’s final creation. It stung like hell.
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Fortunately, he still had the original design. Foster could recreate them. But the original’s absence left a heavy emptiness in his chest.
Sharon was furious.
“That damn Hansel! A lowly assistant dares hang up on me?!”
Her anger exploded. “Screw this-I’m going to the ck market myself! I’ll find the Witch Doctor and make him fix my hand!”
She stormed out of the hospital like a woman possessed.
But just as she reached her car, a shadow struck her from behind-knocking her out cold.
Back at Grand Pavilion, Jensen returned home, exhausted.
Hansel offered to make him something to eat, but Jensen waved him off.
Natalie had always cherished the quiet. He didn’t want anyone disturbing that peace now.
Hansel didn’t argue. He quietly ordered takeout and left.
Jensen wasn’t hungry.
Even though his stomach was growling, the stabbing pain and maddening itch across his body made him want to rip his skin off.
But he knew this was the Witch Doctor’s doing-there was no cure unless the Witch Doctor gave it. No point going to the hospital, And with Sharon there, he wouldn’t go even if there was a cure,
What a twisted irony.
Back when Natalie was alive, he had sought out Sharon at every opportunity. Even if they never crossed the final line, he couldn’t say they were innocent either.
There had been kisses. There had been heat.
But now Natalie was gone, and Sharon was his legal wife. No more sneaking, no more guilt.
And yet he felt nothing for her.
Not even the faintest trace of desire.
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1:05 pm ￡
Chapter 71 Fevered Trap
What a sick bastard I am, he thought,ughing bitterly.
Hey back on the couch, lips curling into a self-deprecating smile.
Maybe it was his imagination, but the air in Grand Pavilion seemed to carry a faintly sweet scent tonight.
Still, no one could get in without fingerprint clearance. He told himself he was just being paranoid.
Eventually, sleep imed him.
He had no idea how long he was out before the doorbell rang, jerking him awake.
He opened his eyes groggily and remembered-he was home.
It was the takeout.
He opened the door, signed for it, and brought it inside.
Now that the pain and itching had faded slightly, his hunger returned.
He didn’t care if the food was good or not-he devoured it.
Afterward, he downed a ss of water and tossed the containers in the trash.
But soon after, a strange heat flushed through him.
He tugged at his cor, suddenly parched and burning from the inside out.
One ss of water turned into two.
His head grew heavy.
He stumbled into the bedroom to lie down.
And just as he disappeared into the bathroom for a shower…
A shadow dropped silently from the balcony.
Over their shoulder was a sack,
The figure crept into Jensen’s bedroom, quiet as a whisper.
In the distance, the sound of running water masked every movement.
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