The Girl They Ignored Returned as the Woman Seven Men Would Die For novel Chapter 111

Mika's hand froze against the wood.

She didn't say a word. After two seconds of silence, she turned and walked away.

To Julian, she was admittedly acting way too overly familiar, completely ignoring any sense of personal boundaries.

The fact that he managed to hold back his temper until now was honestly a miracle.

Whatever. If he didn't want his room cleaned, she wouldn't push it.

She could at least give him that much privacy.

Shrugging it off, Mika walked over to the sofa, planning to throw the heavy blankets into the washing machine.

After bustling around all morning, she had done more than enough to fulfill her promise to Mrs. Remington.

She fluffed the throw pillows and rolled the blankets up one by one, carrying the heavy bundle toward the laundry room.

But just as she opened the front-loading washer and shoved the blankets inside, something happened.

A small, white plastic bottle tumbled out from the folds of the fabric.

She reached down, picked it up, and studied the label for a long moment.

A few dozen seconds later, she stood up, marched right back to Julian's door, and slammed her fist against the wood.

"Julian! Get out here! We need to talk!"

Muffled rustling echoed from inside.

This time, the door swung open.

Julian sat in his wheelchair, his chest heaving slightly with irritation.

"What the hell do you want—"

His furious demand died in his throat the second his eyes locked onto the small bottle clutched in her raised hand.

"What is this?" Mika stared him down, her gaze unblinking.

The air in the room instantly froze.

"None of your business."

A flash of panic crossed Julian's face as he reached out, trying to snatch the bottle away.

Mika took a swift step back, dodging his hand. Her usual teasing smile had completely vanished, replaced by a grim, dead-serious expression.

Her voice was cold, trembling slightly. "Zopiclone. A heavy prescription drug. Filled last Monday, and it's already half empty. Julian—"

"But I'll just send this to your grandmother. She definitely has the right to ask, doesn't she?"

This time, Julian moved fast, his hand wrapping around her wrist like a vice. When he spoke, his smooth voice had dropped into a low, dangerous rasp.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yep, I'm threatening you. What are you going to do about it?" Mika tilted her head, her beautiful, aloof eyes crinkling lazily behind her glasses.

"Do you think Mrs. Remington will rush over from Azure Garden right now and cry her eyes out over you?"

Julian glared at her, utterly livid.

His eyes were swirling with apprehension, intense scrutiny, and the absolute fury of being read like a book.

He was truly furious this time.

He had grown up attending elite prep schools and exclusive private academies. Coming from a highly educated family, everyone he interacted with was a polished social elite.

He had never, in his entire life, met someone so wildly unreasonable!

She was like a bulldozer crashing directly into his living room, leaving him utterly speechless and completely helpless.

He couldn't physically fight her, and he couldn't out-argue her either.