CHAPTER 148: CHAPTER 148: KISSED HER

Hector Chaucer had a car accident.

On South Kane Road, a large truck suddenly crashed suicidally into their maroon Hongqi Gregory.

Fortunately, Gordon Lowell reacted quickly and jerked the steering wheel.

But the two vehicles still collided.

In the chaos, the constant crashing sounds relentlessly stimulated Hector Chaucer’s eardrums.

Until the car rolled a few meters away and finally stopped, Hector Chaucer’s ears were still buzzing incessantly.

At the moment of the crash, the car’s airbags successfully deployed.

This maroon Hongqi Gregory was a car Aiden Grant had gifted him.

Over the years, the reason he kept using this car was because it was specially customized by Aiden Grant — crash-proof, bulletproof, waterproof, and explosion-proof.

At that time, Aiden Grant knew he was trapped in The Chaucer Family’s schemes and harm, fearing he might encounter any accident.

So he specially customized this domestic Hongqi SUV.

Just now, with that collision, if it had been another car, he might not have survived.

Crawling out of the car, Hector Chaucer then dragged the trapped Gordon Lowell out of the driver’s seat.

"Family Head, are you okay?"

Hector Chaucer waved his hand and leaned into the car hatch to retrieve his phone.

The phone kept flashing.

Tiana Linden was calling.

The call had been forcibly cut off just now; Tiana Linden would definitely be worried.

Ignoring the blood flowing from his forehead, he calmly and steadily swiped to answer.

The Sovereign.

The moment the call was connected, Tiana Linden finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But she still didn’t dare to relax, "Hector Chaucer, are you okay, was it a car accident just now?"

Hector Chaucer replied with a calm, steady voice, smiling, "I’m fine, just a minor rear-end collision."

It was far from an ordinary rear-end collision.

That large truck crashed in a suicidal manner.

One look, and it was clear it was an attempted murder.

Such incidents, Hector Chaucer had encountered far too many within The Chaucer Family.

The accidental deaths of Second Young Master Chaucer and Sixth Young Master Chaucer were orchestrated by Fifth Young Master Chaucer.

What seemed like accidents were, in fact, intentional murders.

But the members of The Chaucer Family were either dead or in prison, and the only surviving male, Sixth Young Master Chaucer, was on the run.

Who else could it be?

Could it be the women of The Chaucer Family?

He didn’t have much time to speculate, and hearing Tiana Linden’s extreme concern on the other end of the line, he patiently reassured her.

"It’s really just an ordinary rear-end. Don’t worry, I’ll be home in half an hour."

Tiana Linden said anxiously, "Where are you? Leo and I will come to pick you up."

Hector Chaucer gently persuaded, "It’s late at night, you stay home and comfort Daisy. I’m really fine, don’t worry."

Tiana Linden was very worried, "Are you really okay? Have you been hurt?"

Hector Chaucer patiently said, "It’s just a small scratch, no big deal. I’ll be home soon, you can hang up the phone first."

Tiana Linden was still not assured, "Are you really okay?"

Hector Chaucer chuckled, "If I were in trouble, could I still be calling you like everything’s normal? It’s really nothing, be good, and hang up."

Upon hearing this, Tiana gave a few more instructions before hanging up.

The hit-and-run driver had already fled.

After the call ended, Hector Chaucer’s expression turned grim, "Get to the bottom of this!"

Gordon Lowell nodded solemnly. He also suspected it was a murder attempt, "Family Head, you’re injured, your forehead is bleeding a lot."

Hector Chaucer lightly touched his forehead; it clearly hurt, but he didn’t even blink.

"It’s just a superficial wound, no problem. Go get the gifts I brought for Daisy and Laura from the car."

Even at this time, he was still concerned about the gift for Daisy.

It was evident he genuinely doted on Daisy as if she were his own daughter.

Gordon Lowell had no choice but to crawl back into the car and retrieve the gift boxes.

Half an hour later, Hector Chaucer returned to The Sovereign.

Tiana Linden had been anxiously curling up on the sofa.

Hearing the door open, she rushed across the carpet barefoot, not even bothering to put on shoes, and approached Hector Chaucer, who had just entered.

"Hector Chaucer!"

Seeing the injury on his forehead, at least the size of an egg, she frowned, "You’re hurt?"

She immediately cast a reproachful glance at Gordon Lowell behind Hector Chaucer, "Why didn’t you take him to the hospital for bandaging?"

Gordon Lowell shrugged helplessly, "The Family Head said it’s just a minor injury and we can bandage it at home. I remember Miss Linden studied medicine? Perfect timing to put that to use."

Tiana Linden let out a long sigh of relief, grateful it was just a superficial wound with no serious harm.

She couldn’t help but pull Hector Chaucer’s arm, "Come, I’ll bandage you up."

Hector Chaucer, standing still, did not move a step.

Seeing her running barefoot, he couldn’t help but bend down to pick up a pair of slippers, kneeling down and placing them by her feet.

It wasn’t until her foot was tapped that Tiana Linden turned back around.

Seeing Hector Chaucer squatting in front of her, concern mingled with reproach, "You didn’t even think to wear shoes, lift your foot!"

At the side, Gordon Lowell watched this pair, supposedly a fake couple, interact like a real one. With a secret smile, he exited the room and closed the door.

Inside, Tiana Linden hesitated for a moment, but did not lift her foot.

That ankle, as fair as jade, was gently held and lifted by Hector Chaucer’s broad, warm hand, "Put your shoes on!"

"Are you waiting for me to put the other one on too?" Hector Chaucer said with a light smile as he knelt before her.

Looking down at Hector Chaucer’s smile, Tiana Linden momentarily lost herself.

He was someone who didn’t usually smile, especially in front of others.

But every time she faced him, the coldness in his eyes was melted by his gentle smile, enveloping his steadfast features in tenderness.

Distracted for a moment, her brain tasked itself to put on the remaining slipper, yet her foot seemed uncooperative, unable to move.

In the next moment, his warm hand gently gripped her other ankle, "Lift your foot!"

She quickly withdrew her foot and put on the slippers herself, "I’ll do it myself."

Once her shoes were on, she hurried around the living room.

What was it that she was about to do just now...? She became flustered and forgot.

Oh, right, she was going to disinfect and bandage him.

She quickly fetched the medical kit from the cabinet, "Hector Chaucer, you sit over there, I’ll disinfect you first."

Obediently, Hector Chaucer sat down, but his gaze remained fixed on Tiana Linden’s face.

Her cheeks were like blooming peaches.

Slightly flushed, the color crept all the way to the back of her ears.

Though there was a sharp sting as the cool iodine touched the wound on Hector Chaucer’s forehead, he didn’t blink, his eyes fixed on her.

He gently lifted his lips, a slight smile on his thin lips, "Are you blushing?"

Tiana Linden’s hand paused while applying the iodine, "... No."

In truth, her earlobes were burning.

Images flashed in her mind of when he knelt before her and held her ankle, helping her with her slippers.

Her cheeks burned intensely.

Even felt feverishly hot.

She kept her eyes down, appearing calm and focused as she continued to disinfect him.

Her lashes cast a shadow, working hard to conceal her emotions.

The more she concealed her fluster, the more erratic her actions became.

"Ouch..." Hector Chaucer furrowed his brows.

Tiana Linden quickly apologized several times, "Sorry, sorry, I’ll be gentler."

The delicate white wrist that was about to resume applying salve on Hector Chaucer was lightly held by him.

In the scattered light, Tiana Linden’s eyelashes fluttered. Looking at this face, fair and captivating like a young girl’s, Hector Chaucer almost forgot to breathe.

She had blushed earlier; she was embarrassed.

There was no way he couldn’t detect that.

The sensual Adam’s apple restrained itself slightly, then a thin smile lifted his lips.

In the next moment, a burning warmth fell upon Tiana Linden’s soft lips.

Tiana Linden’s mind went blank, and she froze.

Did Hector Chaucer just kiss her?