A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5262

Is this really the same woman who pummeled the city lord's son senseless? Look at her—she's acting like a lovesick maiden seeing the love of her life.

“Kishor frowned, clearly uncertain how to handle Alice's adoring gaze.

“I'm here to take my friend back,” he said.

“Friend?” Alice repeated, as though the term itself were a sweet wine. Her eyes slid past him to Jared, then hurried back, their brightness intensifying.

Stepping closer, she flung her ample arms toward Kishor's neck. “You finally came to see me! I thought you meant to abandon me for life!”

Kishor froze; instinct begged him to dodge, but the fragile hope shining in Alice's eyes pinned him to the spot.

Smack! On tiptoe, she planted an audible kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a glossy, grease-smeared imprint.

“Ah!” Gasps rippled through the circle of cultivators, the sight striking harder than any sword aura.

Crimson flooded Kishor's face. Humiliation and fury wrestled in his eyes, yet all he could grind out was, “Alice, compose yourself!”

“I won't!” she shot back, suddenly every inch the petulant girl she had never been allowed to be. “I've loved you for years, Kishor. Why won't you let me? Do you know how it hurt—watching you hide from me all this time?”

At last, the truth fell into place. Jared and Flaxseed traded rueful looks.

So that's why Kishor refused to set foot inside the city—because waiting here is a love-struck tower owner whose devotion he can neither accept nor escape.

The moment felt absurdly perfect, a coincidence so grand it bordered on the operatic.

Moments later, she bustled up to Jared, baring a fearsome yet genuine grin. “Young man, forgive my rash temper. I had no idea you were Kishor's savior—please, don't take my earlier rudeness to heart.”

The Sword Sect disciples and the gathered cultivators stared, thunderstruck by her one-eighty turn.

Jared himself looked equally stunned; the script of his day had flipped faster than he could read it.

Kishor exhaled, finally sensing a crack through which peace might slip.

“How are you feeling? Are the wounds severe?” Alice asked, her voice laced with the concern of an elder sister.

Her eyes traced every bruise and gash on Jared's body, worry pooling in their depths.