C2 She Bit You!

The milk was not very hot, but it was too sudden.

Christina, who was sitting across from them, was the first to scream in shock.

A few seconds later, a few more hissing sounds could be heard.

Jeremiah was quite calm. He leaned forward and grabbed her before Claire could escape.

Claire was so scared that she was trembling!

She had never been a bold person who dared to cause trouble. This time, her hand was faster than her brain. Before she could react, the milk had already been splashed out.

This was also the reason why she hated him so much!

To be honest, she thought that Jeremiah would hit her or splash the milk back at her. However, she did not. After grabbing her, he wiped his face with his other hand and said, "I hate wasting food the most." Then, ignoring all the surprised gazes, he sat there and started to eat. While eating, he warned her, "I advise you to eat the food in front of you. If you dare throw it back, I'll pick it up and let you eat it. When you finish eating, I'll let you leave."

Claire slowly put down the plate in her hand.

She did not know Jeremiah well. In fact, she had only met him once before. At the gathering of the Carlson family, her brother, Ramon, had taken her there.

She had not taken a good look at him that time, and only remembered his voice... However, Ramon had told her a lot about him, mainly because he was too good at acting. He had such a good family background, and Demihize Trading was one of the top companies in the country. As the only heir of the Carlson family, he did not want to inherit the family business, nor did he want to expand his territory. Instead, he enjoyed extreme sports and went out to rescue people in the wild.

When he was overseas, no one knew what he was doing. But when he returned, everyone knew that he was a person who was risking his life. Wherever there was danger, he would run to.

He had even taken over a rescue organization that was about to go bankrupt. After spending a lot of money, he had been running around with people all day long.

This time, he had come to Vlertol, and he even bumped into Claire.

Enemies were bound to cross paths. That was probably what it meant.

Jeremiah was a straightforward person, and he kept his word.

However, Claire had a stubborn temper. Although she did not hit him or smash his plate, she did not want to eat it. She tried to struggle out of his hands.

He held it very tightly. The man’s hand was very big and firmly grabbed onto her slender wrist. It was as if he had grabbed a large metal clamp. Soon, circles of red appeared around them.

The two of them really did put in a lot of effort.

The people around them were dumbfounded. The guy who came with Jeremiah witnessed the entire process of the conflict. He did not know Claire, so he naturally did not know why she splashed her boss. However, such a delicate girl... he could not bear to look at her. He sat across from Jeremiah and said, "What's the big deal, boss? Let go of me."

Christina also came back to her senses and timidly begged, "Sister Claire didn’t do it on purpose. Sir, why don’t you let her go first?"

Jeremiah glanced at the two of them coldly. They didn't dare to speak anymore.

Below the table, Claire was still struggling. She raised both her hands and pinched them. Seeing that Jeremiah was about to finish eating, he turned around and looked at her. "Are you going to feed me?"

Oh my god, the onlookers dropped their jaws.

It was fortunate that he had the ability to say such an ambiguous sentence in such a righteous manner.

Claire was really anxious this time. The anxious Claire did something that she usually wouldn't dare to do. She lowered her head and bit the back of Jeremiah's hand.

"Just bite me," he sneered. "I'll let go and consider it my loss!"

Then... Then he saw Claire raise her head and stare at him fiercely. She then let go of her mouth and licked the place where she had bitten him.

The pink tip of her tongue swept across, bringing with it an indescribable itch.

Jeremiah was speechless.

He felt as if he had been burned by something. He suddenly let go of his hand.