Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 218

Larissa’s hands paused. She looked up, a playful, wicked glint in her eyes as she teased the handsome man before her. “Well, well, Haskell. Your legs haven’t even healed, and you’re already thinking about ‘that’. You’re incorrigible.”

Haskell just smiled. “If I can manage to act proper in front of you, you can be sure it’s just an act.”

Larissa clicked her tongue again. “My mother is always saying I have a silver tongue, but I think you’ve got me beat.”

“I remember reading something online about relationships,” Haskell said without missing a beat. “It went something like, ‘A man who’s truly interested doesn’t need to be taught.’ I suppose this is just what comes naturally when I’m with you.”

“You must have a lot of time on your hands, getting into relationship theory,” Larissa quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Haskell admitted it freely. “My life used to be rather dull. Now that I have this rare bit of downtime, I’m trying to broaden my horizons.”

They chatted idly back and forth as time slipped away, and before they knew it, the treatment session was over.

Larissa carefully sterilized the used acupuncture needles with alcohol before placing them one by one back into her needle case. She looked down at Haskell. “I’ve been treating you for a while now. How are your legs feeling?”

Haskell touched his kneecap. “There’s often a tingling, itching sensation, and it feels like there’s some kind of energy flowing inside them.”

“Good. That means the strength is gradually returning,” Larissa instructed. “If you can handle the pain, you should try to support your feet on the ground from time to time. You don’t need to apply much force at first. Just get used to the feeling, then slowly increase the pressure.”

“Alright,” Haskell said, nodding seriously.

Larissa packed away her kit, stretched, and yawned. “Don’t worry. I said I could heal you in three months, and I meant it. You won’t be disabled for another year on my watch.”

Vivica shot Larissa a venomous glare.

That little stray had all the luck! They were in the same car crash, yet that girl was out of the hospital in just three days while her son, Leopold, was still in a coma.

Larissa met Vivica’s chilling gaze with a slight smile. She looped her arm affectionately through Sapphira’s as they walked out of the hospital, remarking loud enough for Vivica to hear, “It feels so good to be discharged. When we get home, I’ll have to ask Grandpa how the transfer of my shares is coming along.”

Vivica froze. She knew the little brat was deliberately rubbing salt in the wound, just to spite her.

Clutching the lunchbox, Vivica watched them walk away and muttered a curse under her breath. “Like mother, like daughter—a pair of witches. Don’t get too comfortable. Paxton and I will ruin you both sooner or later.”