Chapter 39 A Bite from a Rabid Dog
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Shana, her eyes brimming with tears, looked over through the mist. Cyrus’s gentle, smiling face met her
gaze.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly,
Shana took the handkerchief, roughly wiping away the tears on her face. Sniffing, she responded, “I’m fine, thank you
However, Cyrus’s gaze lingered on her neck.
Even though Shana had let her hair fall loosely to cover it, the marks from the bite were still painfully obvious, a shocking sight.
Cyrus furrowed his brow just slightly.
It took Shana a moment to realize what he was staring at. Feeling self–conscious, she quickly adjusted her hair and, not wanting to explain the awkward situation, offered a half–hearted excuse. “A rabid dog bit me.”
Cyrus paused, then asked, his tone serious, “Do you need me to give you a rabies shot?”
They fell momentarily silent.
Shana froze for a few seconds, then laughed suddenly. “Dr. Grant, aren’t you a cardiologist?”
“I’m good with all fields,” he replied.
If anyone else had said something like that, it might have come off as arrogant. But hearing it from Cyrus, it felt entirely natural.
He was a genius in the medical world, and he had the right to make such a claim.
Shana’s sadness was momentarily forgotten, and she spoke again. “Thank you.”
With his intelligence, Cyrus could see the mess she was in and could probably guess what had happened, but he didn’t press her further. He didn’t call her out on her half–lie.
He saved her pride and even made her smile.
As Shana’s mood had calmed a little, Cyrus smiled lightly. “Let’s head back. It’s cold out here. Don’t catch a cold.”
“Mm.”
Henry walked into the private room, his face dark with a chilling aura.
Damon, bored and leaning against the couch, was playing a game. He glanced up, noticing the fresh wound on Henry’s lip. Remembering that he had taken Shana out, a series of possibilities flickered through his mind.
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“Ah, so that’s why you were gone so long. You had a brief disagreement with Shana, didn’t you? It looks like you two really made up.” Damon teased.
“Wait, wait, what have I missed? Come on, tell me what happened.”
Before he could finish, a cold glare cut him off.
Feeling the murderous intent, Damon immediately fell silent.
Had he said the wrong thing?
Henry walked over, grabbed his coat and phone, and coldly ordered, “When Shana gets back, make sure you send her home. I’m leaving now.”
“Wait, you’re just leaving like this?” Damon asked, confused.
Henry didn’t respond, striding off without hesitation.
He feared that if he stayed any longer, he might lose control and do something he’d regret.
Damon scratched his head. “What just happened? You two were fine a moment ago. What’s going on?”
Five minutes later, Shana and Cyrus entered the room.
Shana instinctively looked toward Henry’s seat but found it empty.
Damon noticed and smiled as he explained, “Henry had an urgent matter to handle, so he left. But he asked me to make sure you get home safely.”
What urgent matter could he possibly have at this hour?
Clearly, he had gotten upset because she hadn’t gone along with his wishes and had left her behind.
It wasn’t the first time.
Shana smiled sarcastically in response. She no longer cared and wasn’t bothered with this.
“Got it. You don’t have to take me. I’ll go on my own.”
She grabbed her coat and bag and left right away.
“No, Shana, it’s not safe for you to leave alone this late. Wait for me,” Damon called after her.
He hadn’t expected her to be so decisive now. Jumping up from the couch, he moved to follow her.
But Cyrus raised a hand, blocking his path. “I’ll take her. I’m on my way, and I’ll head to the hospital afterwards.
Damon thought for a moment and then nodded.
First, he trusted Cyrus to handle things reliably. Second, Shana’s attitude toward Cyrus was much gentler than it was toward him–she actually seemed to dislike him.
Of course, Damon wasn’t blameless either. He had always looked down on Shana for being so shy and
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submissive, thinking she wasn’t worthy of someone as exceptional as Henry.
But who could have predicted that he, who had been with countless women, would misjudge Shana so completely? She wasn’t the fragile little woman he’d imagined, but rather a bold, confident woman. She had strength, and she was quite a match for him.
He now understood that warming up a frozen relationship couldn’t be rushed.
Cyrus pulled up to the entrance as Shana shivered in the cold. He lowered the car window.
“Shana, get in. It’s late, and it’s not safe for you to be out here alone, especially since taxis are hard to get
Shana had refused Damon’s offer because she didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that sc*mbag fake kindness. She didn’t want Damon to see her vulnerable–her eyes were swollen and red, and the deep bite marks on her neck made it clear what had happened.
Damon, of all people, would know exactly what had happened.
But Cyrus already knew and had been tactful. Plus, Shana remembered she still hadn’t given him the gift.
“Alright.”
She opened the front passenger door and sat down.
Cyrus drove into the flow of traffic, adjusting the heater before turning to her with a warm smile. “There’s a blanket in the back seat if you need it.”
His thoughtfulness surprised Shana. “Is it because you’re a doctor that you pay such attention to detail?”
Cyrus smiled lightly as he steered the car. “Is that really attention to detail? Isn’t it obvious to anyone who looks?”
She had been hugging herself and hopping around at the side of the road, her legs turning slightly purple from the cold. Even now, her body was still shaking slightly.
Shana looked like a poor, pitiful kitten, making it impossible not to feel sympathy.
Shana’s smile faltered. She lowered her eyes, murmuring, “Not really.”
Someone like Henry would never have noticed if she was cold or warm.
She had thought he was just a bit clueless, but now she realized maybe he wasn’t ignorant–he simply didn’t care. He wasn’t concerned.
Shana’s mood sank once more. She turned to look out the window, falling silent.
The car arrived at Moonville Bay.
Before getting out, Shana reached into her bag and pulled out a gift box, handing it to Cyrus. “Mrs. Grant told me you helped me with the plea. This is a token of my gratitude.”
Cyrus looked at the box with a slight shock.
“You really don’t need to thank me. It was nothing,” he said.
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Shana shook her head. From picking out the gift to making the request, you helped me a lot. I should show my gratitude. And it’s not anything expensive, just take it
She pushed the box toward him again.
Given her insistence, Cyrus did not decline this time. Then I’ll accept it graciously
Shana stepped out of the car, feeling content, and walked slowly into the house,
Cyrus watched her figure disappear into the night before turning, his attention to the gift. He opened the box.
Inside was a fountain pen.
He ran his finger over it gently, a small, pleased smile appearing on his lips before he carefully put it away.
Later, after a shower, Shana lay on her bed, exhausted.
She didn’t want to think about the mess of the night. She opened Twitter to distract herself, but to her surprise, there was a flurry of activity on her feed.
Kate was all over the news!
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