Chapter 390
Kayla chuckled to herself and tossed the box back.
No one noticed that as the box hit the ground, it was jolted just enough to reveal a small gap, and the golden needles inside flashed with a dazzling gleam.
But it was only for a moment before the light faded again.
On the helicopter heading to Ablil, Felicia sneezed twice, prompting Maurice to make a snarky comment, “Look at you. You really know how to make people hate you.”
She leaned back against the cabin, closing her eyes to rest.
Maurice, never one to take a hint, moved closer, almost right up to her ear, and said, “How about considering staying in Ablil with me-
Before he could finish his sentence, she threw a punch at him. “How many times do I need to say it? Stay away from me.”
He was too close, and his breath brushed against her ear as he spoke.
She absolutely disliked this proximity, especially when it was him.
But no matter how many punches she threw at him along the way, he still seemed to never learn, constantly approaching her again and again.
She had keenly sensed that his attitude seemed to have changed when they were in the hospital.
At that time, he had been talking back, and she had pinned him to the hospital bed, hitting him fiercely. Strangely, he hadn’t struggled. Instead, he had even wiped away the tear from
her eye…
Felicia was thoroughly disgusted and immediately jerked her arm away. She rubbed her eye where he had touched it, not stopping until the area was red from the friction.
Despite that, Maurice persisted, coming closer again and again.
She didn’t know what he was thinking and what his intentions were.
She stayed on alert.
He sighed deeply, rubbing his handsome face, now bruised by her punches!
She sure had a heavy hand!
She didn’t even show any mercy at all.
He felt somewhat helpless, but there were no signs of him getting angry. Was this still the Maurice they knew? Had someone swapped him out?
The Glovers family’s subordinates were shocked to the point of disbelief.
Their eyes were almost popping out of their heads.
In the past, not only would no one have dared to slap Maurice’s face, but even a wrong look or
a slight gesture could have been enough to get them thrown out of the helicopter!
But how many times had Felicia hit him today?
He didn’t even get mad!
It was a miracle!
The subordinates could only guess Maurice wasn’t retaliating against Felicia because he maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and didn’t hit a woman.
But that couldn’t be it. He didn’t care about gender–he only cared about who he wanted to kill and who he didn’t.
Maybe it was because of the twin venomous creature?
That was even less likely!
When he went mad, he didn’t even spare himself!
Even if the twin venomous creature were to backfire severely, he wouldn’t bat an eye!
There was only one explanation.
Damn it! It seemed like Maurice… was trying to cajole Felicia.
