Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 303: You Don’t Believe Me?

"Speak or not? Hm?"

Ethan Sterling’s voice was dangerously seductive.

"I don’t know how to prove my love for you, but, I can assure you, if you ever find yourself in such danger, I would give up my life to save you."

Her voice was gentle and soft, like a mountain spring, bringing Ethan Sterling a taste of sweetness.

Ethan Sterling paused in his kiss, opened his eyes, and his amber gaze fixed on her with a deadly affection.

Her long and curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a small fan brushing against his heart.

Give up her life to save him?

"You’re not lying to me?"

He asked.

"No."

She replied firmly.

"Then what more proof is needed? Seraphina Redgrave, you’re obviously devoted to me."

Ethan Sterling once again covered her lips with his own.

Fuck.

Can these wounds heal any faster? He’s about to lose his patience.

"..." Seraphina Redgrave, feeling weak all over from the kiss, laughed and pushed him gently, "Ethan, you’re a patient now, you need to rest well, or you’ll never recover."

"I’m enduring the pain."

"..."

"Haven’t seen me in so many days, I know you must have missed me. To ease your suffering, your man, no matter how much it hurts, has to comfort you."

Ethan spoke seriously, then kissed her cheek several times.

"..."

Seraphina Redgrave wore a helpless expression; she wasn’t that lonely or desperate; she didn’t need such comfort, she wasn’t some lust-driven person.

Seraphina was very helpless, but considering his injuries, she couldn’t push him forcefully, so she changed the subject, "Since you don’t want to sleep, let’s talk about something else."

"Talk about what?"

Is there something that could distract her now?

"What’s the situation with Nathan Ayers?" She asked.

At the mention of Nathan Ayers, Ethan Sterling’s expression turned cold, and the gentleness at the corners of his lips carried a chill, he said, "He called me earlier, but I didn’t answer."

But judging from the situation, it seems he has already controlled Ryan Sterling, otherwise, things outside would have already been chaotic.

"Tell him to keep a close watch on Selena Quinn."

Seraphina Redgrave said.

This woman has repeatedly tested her limits, and she really couldn’t stand it anymore. Even if she were to die of old age here, she absolutely wouldn’t let her have an easy life.

Thinking so, a trace of a bloodthirsty glint flashed in Seraphina Redgrave’s eyes.

"Selena Quinn? Why watch her?"

Ethan Sterling didn’t quite understand.

Selena Quinn, that woman, is timid and sickly, would she possibly make waves with Ryan Sterling?

"This time my identity on Veridian Isle was exposed. If I’m not mistaken, the person plotting with Miles Harrington is Selena Quinn."

Seraphina Redgrave quickly clarified her thoughts in a few words, "She’s used so many tricks against me, so I definitely won’t let her have a good time either."

However, she could only stay at the private villa for now and couldn’t do much, thus she could only ask Ethan Sterling for help.

Upon hearing this, Ethan Sterling couldn’t help but feel doubtful, "Impossible, if she were Ryan’s person, she would have already contacted the financial groups by now, not waited until now with no action."

He hadn’t restricted Selena Quinn’s freedom.

"She doesn’t contact the financial groups because she doesn’t want to push you to a corner..."

Seraphina Redgrave stopped midway in her sentence, looking at Ethan Sterling with a dangerous glint in her eyes, "Ethan, do you not believe me?"

"How could I not believe you? I just think there’s something unclear in the logic of this matter." Ethan Sterling explained.

As his words fell, Seraphina Redgrave pulled away from his embrace, sat up in bed, and stared into his eyes, saying, "Then I’ll say now that it’s Selena Quinn who got me to this point, but I have no evidence, only intuition."

Her voice was exceptionally cold.

"..." Ethan Sterling remained silent.

"Fine, believe whoever you want." Seraphina Redgrave was somewhat disappointed.

Suddenly, a sense of impending doom gripped Ethan Sterling, he met Seraphina’s direct gaze, his dry lips moved slightly, "I believe you."

It was the first time Ethan Sterling spoke in such a timid tone.

Realizing the change in his tone, he coughed twice to cover up, regaining his composure, "I’ll call Nathan Ayers to have him keep an eye on her, why are you looking at me with that expression?"

"What expression?" Seraphina Redgrave asked back, genuinely feeling her expression was quite normal.

"..."

What other expression could it be?

It’s as if she was about to stab him with a knife.

Ethan Sterling raised his arm, which still had a needle inserted, and slow-reaching for the phone on the bedside table, lifting it only slightly before furrowing his brow in pain, "Uh..."

"..." Seraphina Redgrave remained unmoved, just watching him like that.

Ethan Sterling strained to reach for the phone, clenching his jaw, and the sweat of pain began to trickle from his forehead, his eyes filled with pain, looking like he was in agonizing suffering.

Seeing him like this, Seraphina Redgrave had to get off the bed and hand him his phone.

"Let me get up."

He didn’t want to lie down any longer; this feeling was unbearable.

"No way." Seraphina Redgrave’s words stopped Ethan Sterling from trying to support himself with his hands.

"Oh."

Ethan Sterling obediently lay back down, switched hands to take the phone, dialed Nathan Ayers, and turned on the speaker.

The phone rang only briefly before Nathan Ayers answered immediately, his voice filled with nervousness, "Young Master Sterling, are you and Miss Redgrave well?"

Upon hearing Nathan Ayers’ voice, Ethan Sterling remembered past issues, and his expression uncontrollably darkened, "What’s the situation on your side?"

"I’ve got it under control, but the old man is in a terrible mood, raging furiously, he’s said many unpleasant things, he..."

Nathan Ayers hesitated, unsure if he should say everything.

Seraphina Redgrave stood beside the bed, watching Ethan Sterling’s face turn stormy, as he asked, "What about him?"

"The old man said..." Nathan Ayers still hesitated to translate directly.

Immediately, an angry, hate-filled voice came from the receiver.

"I said, Ethan Sterling, keeping me trapped is useless unless you kill me! Otherwise, one day I’ll get out and make you suffer total loss! You’ll be a prisoner along with your woman!"

It was Ryan Sterling.

He hadn’t successfully left the estate, consumed with shame and anger, his voice filled with fury.

Ethan Sterling’s gaze swiftly darkened, his amber eyes seemed on the verge of turning red, the vortex in his eyes as if stained with blood, a single extra second of looking could drown someone in a sea of blood.

His hand clenched the phone tightly, reopening the wounds on his previously bandaged finger, which began to seep blood.

Seraphina Redgrave hurriedly stepped forward, prying open his firmly gripped fingers, looking at his blood-stained finger with heartache.