Chapter50 Why Don’t We Try A Real Kiss?
After finishing, Clifton set the things aside and wiped his hands with a napkin. He looked up and saw the woman's cheeks were flushed, her eyes darting away. She looked awkward and restless.
He recalled his action just now, then moved his wheelchair closer to her.
His tall frame cast a shadow, enveloping her.
Clifton leaned slightly, his deep eyes fixed on her, and he asked in a low voice, "You mind?"
"No!" Miranda immediately shook her head in denial, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She just felt weird that they shared a spoon.
Under the man's intense, imposing gaze, her mind raced, and the next words just slipped out.
"It just felt like... we were having an indirect kiss."
The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to bite her tongue off.
The woman's voice was light and soft, with a hint of subtle shyness. It felt like a feather gently tickling Clifton's heart.
His Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed. His eyes deepened significantly.
He looked at her flushed cheeks and moist lips, then suddenly curved his own lips. His voice was even huskier than before.
"Well, then, how about we try a real kiss?"
Miranda's mind went blank. Totally crashed.
She stared at the handsome face so close to hers: the man's sharp brows, deep eyes, high nose, and those sexy lips—
She felt completely spellbound, or maybe she was still disoriented from the surgery. She squeezed out a single word from her throat, as if possessed.
"Okay."
Clifton hadn't expected her to agree. He had only intended to tease her.
He looked at the watery haze in her eyes and, for a moment, simply forgot to move.
Miranda noticed he wasn't doing anything and suddenly realized the shocking thing she had just said!
Her face instantly turned bright red, burning from her cheeks to her ears. She stammered out an explanation. "N-no! That's not what I meant!"
A hint of amusement flashed in Clifton's eyes. He watched her calmly, deliberately pressing. "Oh? So what did you mean?"
Miranda thought, she couldn't possibly say she was attracted to his face and was momentarily stunned!
She hemmed and hawed, unable to offer a coherent explanation.
Seeing her embarrassment, Clifton gave a low chuckle.
The next second, he gave her no further chance to explain. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.
Miranda felt all the air in her lungs stolen. Her mind went completely blank. All her senses were overwhelmed by his powerful presence.
After a long while, the man pulled back slightly, giving her a chance to catch her breath.
Miranda's red lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing rapidly. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes from lack of oxygen. Her usually cool eyes were now glistening, a sight that made his heart tighten.
Clifton looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbed again. He couldn't resist. He leaned in and pecked her lips heavily once more.
This time, it was much gentler.
He pulled back completely. Looking at her confused eyes, his usually low voice was now layered with desire.
"I have some things to handle. I'll be back tonight." He paused, then added, "I hired a nurse for you. She'll be here twenty-four hours. Ring the bell if you need anything."
His tone was back to its usual composure, as if the man who had lost control was just her imagination.
Miranda's heart rate hadn't settled yet. She nodded, her voice a little weak. "Okay. You... you don't have to worry about me. Go take care of your business."
Clifton gave her a long, deep look. Without another word, he steered his wheelchair and left the room.
The instant the door closed, the clean, pleasant scent of him seemed to linger in the room.
Miranda raised her hand, lightly touching her still-hot lips. A complex, indescribable feeling surged in her heart.
She shook her head, forcing herself to stop thinking, and her eyes fell on the nightstand.
Her cell phone lay there silently, the screen black.
Miranda reached for the charging cable and plugged in the phone.
The moment it turned on, a phone call abruptly came in.
Miranda swiped the screen to answer.
Harrison's voice immediately came through, laced with urgency. "Miranda? How are you? The restaurant manager told me an ambulance took you. Which hospital are you at now?"
Hearing his voice, Miranda instantly recalled his cold, decisive back from last night.
If he and Ariana hadn't insisted on stopping her, the falling iron pillar wouldn't have hit her.
If he hadn't left with Ariana without a second glance, she wouldn't have been left on the cold floor, waiting desperately to die alone.
A sharp pang of bitterness rushed into her heart unexpectedly, only to be replaced by a chilling coldness the next second.
That's right. They were divorced.
Legally, he had no responsibility or obligation to save her.
But—
If he chose to let her die yesterday, why call today with such a fake show of concern?
How ridiculous!
"Miranda? Are you listening? Why aren't you saying anything?" Harrison sounded a bit impatient, not hearing her reply.
"Harrison," Miranda finally spoke, her voice ice-cold. "I don't want any more connection with you or Ariana. Please, do not appear in my life or bother me again."
She hung up before he could react.
Meanwhile, in the hallway.
Harrison listened to the abrupt dial tone on his phone. His handsome brow furrowed tightly, and his face looked terrible.
He only wanted to check on her. What was with her attitude?
Besides, she was rescued, wasn't she? Since she's fine, why dwell on last night and throw a fit?
"Harrison..."
A soft female voice spoke up behind him.
Harrison turned and saw Ariana limping out of the patient room.
She had clearly overheard the call. Her face held a perfect mix of concern and self-blame. "Is my cousin mad at you?"
She lowered her head, her voice tearful. "It's all my fault, Harrison, all my fault. If it weren't for saving me, you... you could have saved my cousin first, and she wouldn't be blaming you."
Her words were pitiful and instantly washed away any lingering guilt Harrison felt toward Miranda.
He stepped forward to support Ariana, his voice softening with reassurance. "Don't talk nonsense. This isn't your fault. You got hurt trying to save me."
Thinking of Miranda's cold tone, a flash of annoyance crossed his eyes. He said grimly, "She's fine, totally fine. Don't worry about her."
"Mm." Ariana leaned into Harrison's arms, her expression fragile and understanding. Deep in her downcast eyes, however, a streak of extreme resentment and malice flashed.
Miranda!
How could that bitch have such good luck!
Even that couldn't kill her!