We Got Love, The Crazy Kind

Chapter 17 Something Wrong

However Mia turned on the charm, Liam left her in the guest room and returned to his bedroom.

Sitting on the bed alone, Mia was consumed by panic—something was wrong with her Liam!

No! It wouldn’t do! She had to win him back and seal his heart.

How could she do it?

Mia knitted her brows—How about an active bedroom sex seduction in nudity? However, she was too

well-educated for this kind of gimmick.

So she had to play a battered-body trick!

After a bath, Liam put on his night gown, when he heard the painful scream of Mia from the guestroom.

Alarmed by the agony it indicated, Liam trotted towards the guestroom and lightly knocked on the door:

“Mia, what’s bothering you?”

Scrunching up her face in anguish, Mia was comforted by the knock.

Here came her dear Liam—her intentional falling from bed and ankle twist prove a worthy sacrifice.

Ouch! her ankle was killing her.

Before responding, Mia rubbed her injured angled heavily: “Liam, I twisted my foot. It hurts so much.

Can you help me?”

Liam entered the room in a white bathrobe. The exposed, tanned muscular chest made Mia flush bright

pink.

This man is indeed the favor of God.

Graduated from Harvard Business School, Liam is the eldest grandson and a remarkable successor of

the Crofts’. Spearheading a wide spectrum of portfolio from finance, real estate, watercraft and retail,

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world at the age of 31. A commercial legend.

The perfect stature of 185 cm and a breathtaking, sculptured face make him almost irresistible.

This man, the richest and most enigmatic bachelor, has to belong to her!

“Are you OK, Mia?” Liam asked.

Mia came to her sense and murmured: “Liam, I seemed to sprain my ankle… It hurts so much!”

Glancing at Mia’s foot, Liam found her delicate, fair-skinned ankle swollen up badly.

He approached and examined Mia’s foot, dabbing at her ankle with fingers.

“Ouch!” Mia moaned. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door was open. She raised her voice in

sweet complaint: “Liam… don’t be so hard on me…”

Liam’s brow furrowed. “You hurt worse than I expected. Let’s go to the doctor.”

“No! I don’t want to! A cold compress will do. I am exhausted after the long air trip.”

Mia threw her arms around his neck: “Liam, you will take care of me, don’t you?”

Liam shook off her arms calmly and comforted her: “Wait a second, I will make an ice bag for you.”

In her bed room, Amber was tossing and turning, when a vague scream came from the next door,

followed by dim moaning and Mia’s coquettish begging—“Liam… don’t be so hard on me…”

Absence makes the heart grow fonder… Amber tried to cover her head with the blanket to keep those

unwelcome sound out.

After a temporary relief, there was another knock on the door.

It took a while for Amber to make sure it was on her door.

Who was that? Liam or Mia? What did he/she want to do? Filled with doubts, Amber opened her

door.