Chapter 367 What Exactly Is Wrong With Him?
“It’s you!”
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The moment Jean realized who it was, she shot out her free hand and grabbed the man by the collar.
“Why the hell would you-”
But before she could finish, the pressure holding her down suddenly released.
The man let go.
Jean immediately turned and, by feel, found the light switch and slammed her hand down on it.
The lights flicked on.
The office was finally illuminated again.
And Jean could finally see who she was dealing with.
The man had already retreated to the couch. He sat with his eyes lowered, lids half–closed, though even like that, she could make out the darkness in his
gaze.
His skin was pale to the point of being cold–toned, like ice. The aura he gave off was heavy, guarded–thick with tension.
“Hector?” Jean squinted at him, saying his name softly.
The one who’d been hiding here and attacked her-
It was Hector.
Samuel’s patient.
Now, with Samuel nowhere in sight, Hector was the only one in the room.
And…
Something about him wasn’t right.
Jean couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something felt off.
She stepped a little closer, cautious. “Hector?”
His shoulders gave a slight twitch.
Then Jean saw his eyes slowly lift.
Those cold, starless eyes locked onto hers–quiet, void–like, and piercing.
Inside them, Jean saw a storm–chaos, restraint, and streaks of bloodshot red.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
He’s not in his right mind.
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Right now, Hector wasn’t lucid. His mind was disoriented, lost in turmoil.
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That would explain the ambush carlier. He wasn’t attacking out of malice–it had been a reflex, a defensive lashing out triggered by her unexpected appearance.
He must have seen her as a threat.
Fortunately, he wasn’t being aggressive anymore.
Still… what kind of illness was this?
No wonder Samuel had to treat him personally.
It was… intense.
As she stood there thinking, Hector suddenly slumped back.
The tension in his shoulders vanished, and he leaned against the couch. His eyes closed completely.
Like he’d fallen asleep.
Jean blinked.
What the hell?
Did he seriously just fall asleep right in front of her?
She slowly walked over and checked–yes, he was still breathing.
She exhaled in relief.
If he’d suddenly dropped dead in front of her, she wouldn’t be able to explain her way out of that one even if she jumped into the Yellow River.
Jean’s gaze drifted across his striking face. His skin was pale, almost translucent, but his lips were tinged faintly red…
The chill he had been radiating just moments ago was now fading, replaced by a strange sense of stillness and calm.
Jean stood quietly, barely daring to breathe.
She had no idea how long she stayed frozen like that.
Until suddenly—
The office door creaked open.
Samuel appeared in the doorway, tall and lean. His brows knitted in surprise when he spotted are you here?”
- “Why
Jean turned quickly. “Didn’t I tell you? I was coming to pick up the herbs…”
Samuel stepped inside, noting that jean didn’t seem hurt. He let out a silent breath of relief. “I thought you’d come later.”
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She’d shown up earlier than expected, and it had clearly caught him off guard–he hadn’t gotten a chance to move Hector out yet.
Because truthfully… he hadn’t wanted Jean to run into Hector alone.
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