One night stand with my president (chapter 245)

 Chapter 245: Don't Touch Me

Joyce's face was pale, and it was hard to tell whether it was due to her illness or something else.

Callan's ears were ringing. He didn't hear what Jamarion said on the phone, and he hurriedly said, "I have to go."

"Joyce..." he called out, lifting his foot to approach her.

"Don't come near me!" Joyce shouted.

After shouting, she was overcome by a violent coughing fit.

Callan didn t hesitate and quickly went to pat her on the back.

But Joyce pushed him away with all her strength even though she was coughing uncontrollably.

"You..."

When her coughing subsided a bit, Joyce asked,"Did you just say you want Sam dead? Did you order the attack on Sam?"

Callan looked at her in silence.

The anger and suspicion in her eyes felt like countless sharp knives cutting into his heart.

"Speak up!" Joyce shouted angrily.

Callan took a deep breath and said, "I'll tell you when you're better."

"I want you to tell me now! Was it you who ordered the attack on Sam?"

Callan wanted to deny it, but he didn't know how to explain what he just said.

He could come up with an excuse, but Joyce wasn't a fool. His excuse wouldn't fool her.

Ultimately, Callan told the truth. "Yes, it was me."

"You.." Joyce glared at him in fury and then slapped him hard.

Despite still being ill, she managed to slap Callan's face to the side with surprising force.

Joyce said, "How could you do that? What grudge could you possibly have against him?

Why did you go so far?"

Callan swallowed hard and turned his face back to look at Joyce, a bitter smile on his lips.

"Joyce, don't you know why I have a grudge against him?" Callan asked.

Joyce's eyes widened.

"Is it because of me?" she asked.

"Callan likes me, and I like Sam. So, Callan ordered the attack on Sam?" Joyce thought.

If she hadn't liked Sam, or if she hadn't shown her feelings so openly, Sam wouldn't have been attacked.

Joyce's mind was in a mess, and she was unable to think clearly.

Callan felt distressed when he saw her like this.

He softened his tone and said, "Joyce, you're still sick. Don't think about this. Take your medicine and rest, Okay?"

Joyce looked incredibly fragile, on the brink of collapse.

Callan reached out to support her, but Joyce slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" Joyce screamed, "Get out!"

Callan's face grew increasingly grim.

"Is he so important to you?" he asked, suppressing his anger. "I have known you for so long, only to be less important than Sam?"

Joyce took a deep breath and said, trembling, "Even without him, I don't want anything to do with someone like you. If I had known you were this kind of person, I would have stayed far away from you."

Her words deeply wounded Callan.

He grabbed her shoulders, his eyes bloodshot as he said, "How can you say that? I've liked you for so long. How can you treat me like this?"

"Let go of me!"

"Joyce, l've liked you for a long time. I hate myself now. I should have bound you to me earlier. Even if you hated me, it would be better than watching you like someone else."

After saying that, Callan suddenly picked up

Joyce and threw her onto the sofa.

"Callan, what are you doing!" Joyce shouted.

Callan pinned Joyce down and began tearing at her clothes.

At this moment, he no longer cared. All he wanted was for Joyce to be completely his, to ensure she would only have him in her eyes and never like anyone else.

Joyce struggled desperately, but she was already sick and exhausted. She couldn't stop him.

Harrison drove Adeline to the entrance of Joyce's building.

"Do you want me to come up with you?"

Harrison asked.

"No, better not. If you go up, Joyce will be nervous."

Harrison frowned and wondered why Adeline's cousins and friends feared him.

He thought, "Am I that intimidating?"

"Alright, you go ahead. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay." Adeline got out of the car and took the elevator up.

At Joyce's door, she entered the code directly.

They had known each other for so many years, so Adeline knew the code to Joyce's place.

She thought it would be best not to make Joyce get up to open the door while she was sick.

Just as Adeline opened the door, she suddenly heard Joyce's scream.

Her expression changed, and she rushed in immediately.

What she saw next filled her with fury.

Callan had actually dared to assault Joyce.

Adeline strode to the sofa and yanked Callan away.

In her urgent attempt to rescue Joyce, Adeline's strength erupted. With Callan unprepared, he was immediately pulled to the ground.

Adeline kicked him hard and then cradled Joyce in her arms with concern.

Fortunately, she arrived in time. Callan had only managed to tear some of Joyce's clothes and hadn't succeeded in his intent.

Joyce leaned against Adeline, crying and coughing painfully.

"It's Okay. I'm here." Adeline reassured Joyce, patting her back.

At this point, Callan began to calm down.

Looking at Joyce in Adeline's arms, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Callan thought, "How could I have lost control?"

He had liked Joyce for so long, yet he had just done something so hurtful to her.

Callan sat despondently on the floor, mumbling, "I'm sorry, Joyce."

Joyce choked out to Adeline. "Adeline, make him leave. I never want to see him again."

"Okay," Adeline said softly.

When she turned to Callan, her expression hardened. "Get out!"

Callan looked like he wanted to say something to Joyce.

"Get out!" Adeline snapped. "If you don't leave now, I'll call the police."

Callan was silent for a moment, then finally got up and left.

As the door closed, Adeline said to Joyce, "He's gone. Don't be afraid."

She handed Joyce a few tissues to wipe her tears and then got a glass of warm water.

After Joyce had sipped some water, Adeline asked, "What happened? Why did he suddenly..."