Chapter 42 Suspecting Her Identity
Zoey returned to Serene Manor and went straight to her bedroom.
She pulled out her laptop and hacked into the police station’s system, deleting all traces of her whereabouts. Then, she changed into a long–sleeve, long–pants home outfit and sat at the vanity.
Looking into the mirror, she saw her pale face and bloodless lips.
Zoey picked up some blush and lightly applied a layer to her cheeks, then dabbed a thin layer of lipstick on her lips, pressing them together.
She looked much better. After forcing a slight smile, she stood up, left the bedroom, and went to the kitchen to make some noodles.
When Emilee saw her heading to the kitchen so late, she followed her in.
“Young Mistress, what are you making?” Emilee asked.
Zoey smiled. “I’m making some noodles.”
“Did Mr. Russell not eat enough?
“Mm.”
Emilee frowned. “Young Mistress, why is there so much sweat
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on your forehead?”
Zoey grabbed a tissue from a nearby table and wiped her face. “It might just be the heat.”
“The heat?” Emilee looked her up and down. “It’s summer, you’re wearing long sleeves and pants–of course, you’ll feel hot.”
Zoey nodded and smiled. “It’s true. But I had some cold food today, and my stomach isn’t feeling well. I thought it would be better to wear something warmer.”
Emilee immediately grabbed her arm. “Then you sit down, I’ll make the noodles.”
As she pulled on Zoey’s an, Zoey felt a sharp pain in her shoulder.
She winced, sitting down in a chair and taking a deep breath, placing her hand over the sore spot.
“What’s wrong? Is your shoulder hurting?” a low, magnetic voice asked.
Zoey turned around and saw Russell standing in the kitchen doorway.
She quickly jumped off the high stool and ran toward him, like a playful deer. “Russell, you’re back!”
Russell stared at her, Dr. Z’s image flashing in his mind. Dr. Z had also been injured in the shoulder.
He couldn’t help but ask, “What happened to your shoulder?”
Zoey’s heart skipped a beat, but her face remained calm. “It’s
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nothing. I just got a little tired from drawing today.”
“Come here,” Russell said, his eyes dark with concern.
Zoey’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Why?”
Russell couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t rushing to him like before, jumping into his arms or sitting on his lap. He began to feel suspicious.
“I want to hug you.”
Just then, Emilee dropped the spoon she was holding, causing a loud clattering sound.
Zoey seized the opportu
o turn around and walk over to
Emilee’s side. “Emilee, are you okay?”
Emilee was stunned by Russell’s words. She had always seen him as a cold, stoic man. Even though he had lost his masculinity, his aura still commanded the room.
“I–I’m fine.”
Zoey took Emilee’s hand. “Your hand’s burnt. Let me help you apply some burn cream, or it might blister.”
“Young Mistress, I’m fine…” Emilee protested.
“You’re not fine!” Zoey said firmly. “It’s serious, and you’re still saying you’re okay. Go wait for me in the living room. I’ll be right back.”
Emilee, still confused, looked at her hand, which was not burned, but she could only follow the Young Mistress’s order and left the kitchen.
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Zoey placed the spoon in the sink, turned off the stove, and grabbed a fresh spoon to serve the noodles.
She brought the bowl to the table, placing a spoon and a fork beside it.
She turned to Russell. “Russell, take your time. I’ll go apply the burn cream for Emilee.”
Russell felt like she was avoiding him. He pursed his lips. “Then come back after you’re done with her.”
Zoey smiled sweetly. “Sure!”
She quickly left the kitchen and took a deep breath, knowing that it would be difficult t ep hiding the truth.
After applying the cream to Emilee’s hand, she dragged her feet, taking ten minutes before returning to the kitchen. She guessed Russell would be almost finished by now, but when she entered, he was still sitting at the table. The noodles had gone cold.
Zoey bit her lip and walked up to him. “Why haven’t you eaten?”
Russell grabbed her other arm and pulled her into his embrace, his eyes intensely fixed on her. “You’re not being affectionate with me today.”
Zoey felt a cold sweat running down her spine. “I guess I’m not feeling great.”
“Should I help you with a shoulder massage?” he asked, his voice low.
Zoey felt that Russell was testing her. She smiled, “No need. If I really need it, I’ll ask you for help.”
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Russell noticed the flicker of pan in her even and a slight curve formed on his lips. “Alright”
He wheeled himself to the table, and Zoey moved to feed him Russell stopped her ‘ll do it myself.
ey sat across from him, watching as he ate the noodles
“Isn’t this made by you?” he asked.
Zoey blinked in surprise. “You can tell?”
“Mm, it’s not as good as yours.”
“I was a bit lazy today
make it again for you next time, okay?”
Russell looked at her, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Okay”
After they finished eating, Zoey pushed Russell back to the bedroom. “You should rest early”
Russell lightly grasped her fingers, gently caressing them. “Not sleeping with me tonight? Hm?”
His voice, low and sensual, made Zoey feel a jolt of electricity run through her fingertips and into her heart.
She hesitated, her eyelashes fluttering at the tempting offer How could she refuse?
After all, Russell’s abs were just too tempting to pass up!
But thinking about the lingering pain in her shoulder, Zoey gritted her teeth and shook her head. “I’ve disturbed you for so
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many days. I think I’ll go back to my room and sleep for now.”
She pretended to yawn. “It’s late, you should sleep early. Good night!” With that, she started to head back to her room.
“Wait!”
Zoey turned back. “What’s wrong?”
“Aren’t you going to give me a goodnight kiss?”
Seeing that no one was around in the hallway, Zoey bent down and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Good night, Russell.”
Russell’s nose twitched. He could faintly smell alcohol and blood on her.
Zoey went back to her i and leaned against the door, letting out a long sigh. She hoped Russell wouldn’t grow suspicious.
Feeling exhausted from the injury, she washed up and climbed into bed.
After Russell returned to his room and took a shower, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
After showering, he sat at his computer, preparing to delete the surveillance footage along the way, only to find that it had already been completely wiped clean.
He pressed his tongue to his cheek, certain that this was Nelson’s doing, likely with the help of Hacker H.
Nelson must have been feeling guilty for what he’d done.
The night deepened.
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The door creaked open, and the wheels of the wheelchair made a faint sound. Russell watched as Zoey lay under the covers, her body curved in a way that made him frown deeply.
Zoey was completely wrapped in the blanket.
Russell stood up, reached over, and pulled the blanket off her. A wave of heat hit him.
He placed his hand on her forehead–she was burning up.
He quickly turned on the wall lamp and saw that Zoey’s face was flushed, and her breath was hot.
“Zoey, Zoey?” Russell called her name.
Zoey groaned, but her eyes remained closed.
“I’m so thirsty, so thirsty…
murmured.
Russell’s suspicions intensified. He unbuttoned her home outfit and pulled the fabric from her shoulder.
