CHAPTER 115: CHAPTER 115: LIVING HELL

July Quinn’s original lip color was very light.

But because she had just eaten spicy hotpot, her lips turned bright red like fiery fruit waiting to be picked.

Kyle Keaton had just brought her home as quickly as possible, planning to savor this fruit properly.

But after just a few seconds of kissing, Kyle suddenly pushed July Quinn away.

"What’s wrong?"

Being suddenly pushed away, July Quinn was a bit dazed.

But the man didn’t even look at her, and just walked towards the kitchen with a gloomy face.

"Why the long face again, like I owe you a billion dollars?"

July Quinn was a little annoyed, following him only to find him standing in front of the refrigerator, chugging down a bottle of ice-cold mineral water.

Only then did July Quinn realize: "You can’t handle spicy food?"

Kyle Keaton: "..."

She only realized it now?

But what angered Kyle more was that it had been over half an hour since he ate the spicy food, yet her lips were still like a living hell!

And he couldn’t resist the temptation and walked into that hell!

Now his whole tongue was numb!

Kyle continued to gulp down the ice water, staring at July Quinn with resentment and anger.

The atmosphere was a bit tense.

July Quinn hesitated for a bit, and began to share her spicy food experience.

"Actually the spicy flavor is pretty good, I couldn’t handle spicy food before, but after returning home for a year, I can’t live without it..."

But just as she said this, Kyle suddenly placed the empty bottle heavily on the bar counter with a gloomy expression.

The sound startled July Quinn and interrupted what she was about to say.

After successfully making the woman shut her mouth with such a petty move, Kyle didn’t even spare her another glance and walked straight towards the room.

A bottle of ice-cold water not only cooled down the heat on his lips but also quenched all his fire for the day completely.

"Honey?"

July Quinn tried to catch up to the almost raging man.

"Don’t you want it anymore?"

When she reached the door, the man suddenly turned around.

Just as July Quinn was at a loss, the man slammed the door shut with a bang.

July Quinn: "..."

*

The same night, at Rosewell Private Hospital—

"Grandpa, please stop dancing. Don’t forget you are still a patient, what if something happens while you’re bouncing around?"

In the hospital room, Old Master Shaw was swaying to the deafening DJ music, ignoring Owen Shaw’s words.

Owen Shaw had no choice but to turn off the music.

In an instant, the hospital room returned to quietness.

But the next second, Owen’s nape was slapped by Old Master Shaw.

"You brat, why did you turn off my music?"

"I’m worried about your health."

Owen Shaw rubbed his sore head, feeling miserable.

In other families, it’s the grandsons who go clubbing and the grandfathers who warn against going to such sketchy places.

But in the Shaw family, it was the other way around.

It was exhausting, experiencing stress not meant for someone his age.

"What’s wrong with my health? Even my carotid artery sclerosis is gone, I’m healthier than you."

"Yes, yes, you’re healthier than me. But it’s late now, you should get some sleep."

After much persuasion, Old Master Shaw finally lay down on the bed.

"By the way, did your dad find out the whereabouts of the Divine Doctor?"

"Not yet. But he has found several witnesses."

The area where Old Master Shaw collapsed was coincidentally a blind spot for the security cameras.

So Gavin Shaw could only start with the few witnesses from before.

"The girl was extremely beautiful, just tell your dad to find the most beautiful girl from the surveillance footage that day."

"Okay, I’ll ask my dad to look."

Owen Shaw’s dismissive tone was apparent, resulting in his nape getting smacked again.

"She really was very pretty. If I wasn’t worried she’d reject you, I would’ve helped set up the engagement right then and there."

Owen Shaw’s lips twitched: "..."

Indeed, he still didn’t believe at this point that the woman who saved their family’s old master could be that pretty.

You see, young and kindhearted, with some medical achievements.

Around him, people with such skilled capabilities were usually unattractive.

So when Old Master Shaw repeatedly emphasized how pretty the woman was, the image that formed in Owen Shaw’s mind was that of a dinosaur.

"Sure, very pretty. Whatever makes you happy."

Although the Shaw family was among the top four noble families of Westmarch, their family atmosphere was noticeably different from the other three families.

There was no factional rivalry, no competition for power, and no one hoped for Old Master Shaw to pass away.

Just because in their Shaw family, every generation was a single lineage.

Just like today, when the old master was hospitalized, the whole family focused all their attention on him.

Even Owen Shaw, the only son in several generations, volunteered to care for the old master in the hospital.

But who would have thought, that while taking care, he would end up with an engagement.

Just as he finished brushing off Old Master Shaw, he heard the old man say: "When I visit the Divine Doctor’s house, you should offer yourself willingly, understand?"

Owen Shaw: "..."