Ian’s sculpted fingers pinched Clara’s chin, his lips curling into a smirk as he gazed at her. “I was just trying to help you get the sleep out of your eyes. What did you think I was up to, huh?” He gently rubbed the corner of her eye, a low hum of pleasure escaping from his throat.
Clara’s cheeks blazed a furious red as she stammered, “You...”
The sight of her all puffed up with indignation only deepened the smile on Ian’s lips. “If you wish, Mrs. Hayes, I can bear the pain to satisfy you, and if not, I can still make you...”
Clara immediately clamped her hand over his mouth, her eyes wide as saucers. “If you say another word, I’m done with you.”
Ian’s tongue playfully flicked against her palm before he took her hand and led her towards the hospital room. “Enough teasing. Let’s go check on Casey.”
Hand in hand, they entered the room. They arrived just in time to see Anders reading Casey’s will to him.
Clara quickly snatched the document away. “Dad, what are you doing? Why are you drafting a will all of a sudden?”
Still weak from surgery, Casey explained with frail breath, “Clara, you and Ian are about to get married. I’ve deposited a cool billion in your account and prepared jewelry for you, all safe in our home vault. After I’m gone, the rest of my assets are all yours. If I don’t set this straight, your grandma might take it all, and you’d be left with nothing.”
“So the other day when she called you over, she was pressuring you to make a will, to get all the assets for herself?”
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