Really, really tired. Even though she’s already dog-tired, upon hearing Elias Hawthorne isn’t well, she rushes over without a moment’s rest and carefully, proactively cleans herself up. She’s done all this, yet Elias still wants to push her away. If it weren’t for previously sampling the goods half the time back in Southgate, she’d really think Elias is all show and no go. Suddenly, Raina North feels something’s off. She only sampled the goods half the time, what if it’s only firmness without endurance? Although such an issue isn’t a big deal for her, it’s better to confirm earlier. So she can’t help but ask gently, "Elias, do you have some hidden ailment?" Seeing Elias’s face darkening suddenly, she quickly adds, "I mean nothing else, certainly wouldn’t despise you, just want to remind you not to hide your illness and avoid treatment." Speaking the latter sentence with deep earnestness. Elias Hawthorne: "..." Hide illness and avoid treatment? Each of these words hits Elias Hawthorne’s nerves. Elias can only feel the veins on his forehead throbbing. Especially since Raina already solemnly pulls his wrist to take his pulse. Elias’s wrist twists, breaking free. The next second, she’s forcefully pulled into his embrace, her waist tightly encircled. Raina tilts her head to look at him, a challenging look in her eyes. Elias’s expression grows colder; he lowers his head and nearly fiercely kisses Raina, lips and teeth carrying wild plunder. Raina doesn’t refuse. Her arms again wrap around Elias’s neck. She responds to him, teases him, making him lose control for her. Both fall onto the big bed together. Raina, unwilling to be pressed by a man, turns over and presses Elias beneath her, her proud posture like a queen. Such a Raina is haughty, high and mighty like a queen, also alluring like a siren. Elias almost forced beads of sweat out on his forehead, barely controlling himself: "Raina, do you know what you’re doing? If you continue, you’ll never be able to turn back!" Once she becomes truly his woman, even if Raina doesn’t want to anymore in the future, even if she withers beside him, he will absolutely never let go! For original chapters go to Novᴇl_Fire(.)net Raina, slightly surprised and slightly shocked: "So, are you still planning to let go? Fine, then I’ll find someone else, like Corvus Hades..." The words hadn’t yet settled when Raina’s soft lips are blocked, Elias’s kiss as if a beast’s savage bite. Raina responds, a cunning light flashing in her eyes. Elias’s expression doesn’t look good, but except for sighing, there’s nothing he can do. What can he do about Raina? But this isn’t Raina’s fault! Raina can’t possibly be wrong! It’s all Quinn Thorne’s fault, who knows what nonsense he said in Raina’s ear for her to become ! This is also his fault; if he hadn’t been so lenient before, where would Quinn Thorne have the guts to scare Raina! At this moment, Quinn Thorne, basking in the admiration of high-level execs, suddenly can’t help but sneeze a bunch, angrily saying: "Who’s so daring to curse me!" "How could anyone curse the Lord of Vermilion? Lord Vermilion is so honorable, everyone doesn’t thank you enough." "That’s right, that’s right." "Even if someone truly doesn’t have an eye to disrespect Lord Vermilion, none of us would let him off!" This sentiment received the group’s agreement.