Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 137

"What's this?" Miranda eyed the stack of documents Elian had just placed in front of her.

She'd just dropped by to check on Elian's injury. She was barely through the door, and he'd already had someone set the papers down before her.

"You'll know once you take a look," Elian replied, a smile playing on his lips.

He usually had his hair slicked back, but today his bangs hung loose, soft and smooth. He looked a little more gentle than his usual edgy self, like a big, tail-wagging shepherd.

Miranda picked up the stack, clearly puzzled. Just then, she noticed Elian was undressing. “What are you doing?”

Elian was halfway through taking off his shirt, revealing his abdomen, his V-line abs conspicuous.

Elian gave her an innocent look. "Taking off my clothes, how else are you going to check my injury then?"

Miranda spared him a glance before turning her attention back to the documents. As she skimmed through, her eyes narrowed.

The papers detailed years of incidents involving Dorian and Arabella. Maximus had been investigating, but Elian's files were far more comprehensive than his.

They chronicled numerous misdeeds tied to Arabella, along with the illegal and unethical deeds the four Hawke brothers had committed, like the mysterious disappearances or expulsions of anyone who crossed her path even since Arabella started school.

There were accounts of Arabella bullying classmates, even driving one to despair-induced suicide, with the parents coming to her for an explanation yet the Hawke brothers paying them off to keep quiet. And the Cathy case, revealing more connections and crimes involving the Hawke family.

In fact, Maximus had been looked into these cases, yet Elian’s documents appeared more exhaustive. He even got the statement from the police files.

"How long have you known?" Miranda asked, setting the documents aside. Her question was about herself being the scapegoat.

While at the moment, Elian's shirt was off, and she couldn't help but notice his bare torso. She frowned slightly.

Elian smiled, leaning abruptly close to Miranda, and his whole body pounced forward, stopping just inches from her face with his hands supported by the sofa. His heated breath brushed pass her nose; a dangerous wild air engulfed her.

Miranda bent down and playfully scratched his chin as if he were a puppy. "Aw, didn't you call me that before? What's changed?"

Elian, usually so quick to bare his teeth, seemed to have been muzzled. With a hoarse voice, he managed a single word. "No."

Miranda chuckled, patting his cheek. The texture was surprisingly satisfying. She gave it a couple more pats. Elian's eyebrows furrowed in irritation.

Miranda was just having fun. She never intended to actually make him call her “Dad”. She knew some people would joke around with it, but when push came to shove, they'd rather die than comply.

Ah, men. Always saying one thing and meaning another. She decided to leave the needle right where it was for now, letting him lie there while she examined his injuries.

"You're just going to check like this?" Elian finally spoke, sounding a tad irked.

Miranda curved her lips into a grin. "You're doing just fine there. If you're consulting a doctor, you should follow the doctor's orders."