CHAPTER 5: CHAPTER 5: WHERE ELSE DID HE TOUCH YOU?

She still remembers, when she first heard he was going to Harvard for his PhD, she meticulously prepared a gift, yet couldn’t reach him for a long time, until she contacted Grandma Grant, then found out he had already gone abroad.

Vera Sheridan broke the stagnant atmosphere, "Senior Grant, thank you so much for today, my husband and I will take you out for dinner another day."

Noah Grant glanced at her, his tone indifferent, "No need to be so polite."

As they spoke, he handed the spray in his pocket back to Vera Sheridan.

Ian Kane looked at that spray and immediately understood, he had applied the medicine for Vera!

His mother said on the phone, they shared an umbrella, standing closely together!

The veins on his forehead twitched slightly, he looked at Vera, his tone concerned, "Honey, does your foot still hurt? Shall we have it checked at the hospital? It’s all my fault, making you hurt your precious foot for me."

Noah Grant’s jaw tightened, his eyes deepening.

He also realized Ian Kane was showing off to him.

Vera Sheridan shook her head, "It doesn’t hurt anymore, no need to go to the hospital."

Just then, the driver from The Grant Family came over with an umbrella, "Second Young Master, the Madam requests you to join her for a light meal."

Noah Grant looked at Vera Sheridan, "Vera, I’ll go accompany the old lady first. By the way, she’s been thinking about you, do visit her if you have time, she’s been in Ardendale recently."

Upon hearing this, Vera’s mind was filled with the past memories of staying at The Grant Family, accompanying Grandma Grant to enjoy the snow, drink tea, eat snacks, and read "Dream of the Red Chamber" together.

She gave a faint smile, "Alright."

Noah Grant left, and Vera was assisted into the Phantom by Ian Kane.

As soon as she sat down, the man unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, his tone displeased, "You let him medicate you?"

Vera Sheridan’s eyes were honest, "My ankle was terribly swollen and painful at the time, he helped me."

She also knew he was jealous.

In the past, Noah Grant was one of her few male friends, while Ian Kane was one of her unavoidable suitors.

After marriage, every time he got drunk, he’d bring this up, acting incredibly sour.

Ian Kane’s face darkened, "What else did he do to you? Weren’t you averse to close contact with the opposite sex?"

Vera Sheridan frowned, retorting, "Ian Kane, what do you mean?"

"What I’m averse to is sex, and the ill-intentioned male gaze. Senior Grant just gave me a hand."

Ian Kane undid another shirt button, "Just helped you... I think he wants —"

Old flames rekindled.

These four words were swallowed back.

Turning his head, he saw Vera staring at his... neck.

His face showed a subtle tension.

The man’s cool, fair neck was distinctly marked with two or three noticeable red scratches... Vera’s mind buzzed.

Inside the car, the air was stagnant.

Ian Kane broke the silence, "Honey, what’s wrong?"

Vera Sheridan snapped back to reality, blinking, taking a light breath, "Your neck, there are scratch marks, what happened?"

Those were clearly marks left by nails.

The thought flashed across her mind, of the scratch marks on her father’s tanned neck, and her mother’s hysterical cursing, her icy eyes vaguely shimmering with wet fragments.

Ian Kane raised his hand to touch his side neck, his fingers rubbing the red marks, his gaze directly meeting her eyes, his lips slightly curved, "Allergy, it itched. Honey, what do you think?"

Vera thought of the leather shoes in Nina’s photo, "All of a sudden, how could you have an allergy?"

Ian Kane chuckled, "Went to the construction site yesterday afternoon, got metal dust on me, when I was at the press conference, it itched so bad I almost broke character."

As the man spoke, his demeanor was natural, with a slight joking manner, it didn’t seem put on at all.

Vera was once again confused, her brow knitted, concerned, "Did you see a doctor?"

She never knew he had a metal dust allergy.

Only knew he’d be allergic to mangoes.

Ian Kane bent down and took medical records, an allergen test sheet from the storage cabinet, handing them to her, "Went to the hospital right after the press conference, lest you scold me again for not taking care of myself."

"Didn’t touch a drop at last night’s social event."

Vera looked at the test sheet, seven out of ten doubts in her heart were dispelled.

"Did you take the medicine prescribed by the doctor on time?" she asked while bending down to rummage through the storage box.

Ian Kane stirred the brown sugar ginger tea, "Don’t worry about me for now, drink the brown sugar water."

Vera found the allergy medicine, only one pill was missing, her brow furrowed slightly, "You should continue taking the medicine."

The man’s eyes darkened, "It’s not itchy anymore."

A fleeting hint of suspicion crossed Vera’s eyes, taking charge, "The instructions say to take it for three consecutive days before stopping."

Ian Kane instead smiled, took the medicine from her hand, peeled out a pill, and swallowed it with water.

He quite enjoyed being cared for by her.

Vera drank the warm brown sugar ginger water, but her heart still felt a twinge of chill. In front of Ian Kane, she opened the Love Record App on her phone and added a new note to her lover’s file: Mr. Kane is allergic to metal dust.

Returning home, Ian Kane asked her what she wanted to eat, he wanted to cook it himself.

Vera said, "Not much appetite, anything will do."

Ian Kane tied the apron, a confident grin on his lips, "Then I’ll show off my skills."

Vera returned his smile, about to go upstairs, when she saw Maeve carrying a basket of dirty clothes to the laundry room, she quietly followed.

Sneaking Maeve away, she rummaged one by one through the set of clothes the driver brought back, which Ian Kane wore yesterday.

No perfume smell, lipstick marks, not even a single woman’s hair.

She then called Owen Sheridan.

At that time, Owen hadn’t gotten up yet, upon hearing Vera’s inquiry, he sat up.

He was dead drunk last night after blocking drinks for Ian Kane.

The blanket slipped, revealing his impressive physique.

"Sis, brother-in-law did have an allergy yesterday. At night while drinking, it was quite severe. I didn’t dare tell you. Last night, he went back to his room to rest early."

So, Ian Kane was indeed allergic, but he did drink; he previously said he didn’t touch a drop.

Went back to his room to rest early, what about afterwards? Owen didn’t know.

Vera’s headache grew worse.

Raising her eyes, she saw her own reflection on the shiny washing machine, sitting on the carpet, with a men’s white shirt on her lap, her face clouded with worry.

She looked just like her mother from her memories.

"Sis?" Owen hadn’t heard her voice for a while, his tone deepened, "You suspect brother-in-law of cheating? What’s the situation, if there are signs, I’ll help you keep an eye on him?"

If Ian Kane really dared betray his sister, he wouldn’t be polite to him!

But, Owen thought it was impossible.

Vera snapped back to herself, not wanting Owen to worry about her own issues, "No signs discovered, I just didn’t know he was allergic to metal, confirming with you."

"You drank last night too?" Her tone was more stern.

Owen said, "Wasn’t I just feeling sorry for brother-in-law, helped him block a few cups, it’s no problem."

Vera smiled, concerned, "Get up and drink some milk, it’s good for your stomach."

Owen agreed obediently, the siblings chatted for a bit, ending the call.

Regaining her composure, Vera took a hot shower, changed into comfortable home wear, and went downstairs to find Ian Kane.