CHAPTER 855: CHAPTER 855: I DEFINITELY WON’T BLAME YOU

Clara Thornton felt so hot and uncomfortable, she vaguely knew that the person holding her was Thomas Quincy.

Her vision kept swaying, and finally her back touched the softness of the bed.

Thomas Quincy let go of her, wanting to head out, but Clara Thornton immediately grabbed his hand, "Thomas, wait...wait a moment, don’t go to anyone else."

Looking at the hand grasping him, Thomas Quincy raised an eyebrow and sneered.

So what she meant was that she chose him?

"Let go, I’ll go mix the antidote and try to detoxify."

Clara Thornton hurriedly let go of his hand, embarrassed, she buried herself under the blanket.

So this can still be resolved?

Just now she thought that if it really couldn’t be resolved, she might as well completely misunderstand till the end.

Thomas Quincy had already turned and left, leaving Clara Thornton alone. She lay on the bed as her consciousness grew increasingly blurred, "So uncomfortable."

She sighed, groped her way off the bed, and staggered towards the bathroom.

Soon, Clara Thornton reached the bathroom, turned on the shower, and the icy water splashed on her face, making her feel a bit better.

She sat down under the shower, letting the cold water pour over her.

After putting Clara Thornton down, Thomas Quincy went into the laboratory to develop the antidote.

But his nerves felt corroded, unable to concentrate, waves of evil fire rose in his body, nearly making him lose control.

He simply gave up on the futile attempts, took off his protective gear, and returned to the room.

The room was empty, but Clara Thornton was nowhere to be seen, and Thomas Quincy became urgent, immediately searching everywhere.

Finally, he found Clara Thornton in the shower, doused in cold water, her face already pale, sitting on the ground with her eyes tightly shut.

Thomas Quincy stepped forward to turn off the water and pulled her up, feeling that Clara Thornton’s body temperature was already very low.

Now, Clara Thornton couldn’t feel the cold due to the drug’s effect, but she would definitely have a fever when she recovered.

"Have you lost your mind?"

Clara Thornton’s hair clung to her wetly, and upon hearing Thomas Quincy’s voice, she burst into tears helplessly, "You...don’t bother with me, I’m so uncomfortable, boo hoo... Thomas, save me, Thomas..."

Hearing Clara Thornton’s sobs, Thomas Quincy’s handsome face bore an expression of dimming rage, his patience worn thin, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Clara Thornton was just a woman without the strength to truss a chicken, certainly not as strong as him, surely on the verge of collapse.

"Are you sure? No regrets?"

Clara Thornton nodded, clutching his clothes, saying, "Anyway, we already had misunderstandings before; now it’s just confirming them, I won’t blame you at all."

All she wanted now was to relieve the uncomfortable feeling on her body.

Thomas Quincy stood there for a moment, watching Clara Thornton without moving, but she resolutely stepped forward to embrace him, then clumsily kissed the corner of his mouth.

The moment her soft, cool lips touched his, Thomas Quincy’s mental defenses completely crumbled.

He pulled Clara Thornton into a dominant kiss, responding to her fervently, leaving her limp in his arms.

Thomas Quincy held Clara Thornton and walked to the bedroom outside.

The next day, Clara Thornton woke up.

Outside the window was bright sunshine, she sat up abruptly only to feel sore all over, and couldn’t help but support her waist and massage it.

Yesterday, she and Thomas...

That bastard, she had said the antidote had been found, yet he still proceeded.

Clara Thornton’s face couldn’t help but turn red.

She clearly remembered what she had said, so she wouldn’t blame Thomas Quincy.