Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 153

Thump, thump, thump…

It was a deep and steady rhythm, completely at odds with his physical condition.

Who would have guessed this belonged to a patient who didn't have long to live?

It was as if his handsome exterior was less important than the heart beating within it.

Rosalind paused, her long legs still, and looked up slightly.

The man withdrew his hand, his gaze distant. He was smiling, but the next moment he turned and began to cough, his lips pale. His sickly appearance was mixed with a dangerous sexiness. "Grandma approves."

Approves? Rosalind was about to ask what he meant.

But the man turned and walked away, his impeccably tailored suit cutting a striking figure against the backdrop of the pharmacy.

Rosalind followed, thinking he was about to leave.

But he suddenly stopped again.

Caught off guard, Rosalind bumped her nose into his back. It was hard and cold, and she was enveloped in that familiar, low scent of medicinal herbs.

"I have to say," the man began, his tone neutral, its meaning inscrutable, "your taste in men wasn't very good when you were younger."

Rosalind: ??

"What do you mean?" Rosalind raised a sharp eyebrow. She wished he'd say something she could understand. What did this have to do with her taste in men?

The man glanced at her then, an inexplicable comment on his lips. "But it's not too late for your taste to improve, starting now. Just don't fall back into old habits."

"Hmm?" Rosalind smiled, unable to guess his thoughts. "What exactly did you and Grandma talk about?"

The man curled a finger, beckoning her closer, exuding a cool, scholarly air.

Rosalind reacted quickly. "Nah, you just threw me off. Didn't expect you to get so chummy out of nowhere."

Her grandmother smiled. "If you study with Warner, you're sure to pass your exams this time."

"Don't worry, Grandma. I'll make sure she's well-taught." He took her hand naturally, as if it was something he did often. His palm was warm, his fingers lacing with hers slowly, deliberately.

Rosalind glanced at the hand he was holding but hadn't made a move yet.

His voice, low and alluring, reached her ears. "Do you want to get Grandma's hopes up for nothing?"

Rosalind had to admit, he'd found her weak spot. She retracted her claws and behaved, "You should be glad you're good-looking."

As she spoke, she hooked his pinky with hers and gave a casual smile. Her stunning face could melt a person's bones.

Seeing this, Warner's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. A fleeting sense of thirst washed over him, so quick that he himself probably didn't even notice…