Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 447

“What?” Selene asked him.

“When you listened to my heart with your stethoscope, didn’t you hear it shouting that it loves you?”

A nurse entered, handing Selene her blood test results, only to find yet another handsome visitor at her bedside.

The nurse mustered the courage to speak. “Visiting hours are over, sir. Please come back tomorrow.”

Adrian braced one hand on the sheets, reached over with the other, and slipped the hair tie from Selene’s ponytail. Her dark hair tumbled loose, spilling over her shoulders like a silk waterfall.

With a flick of his fingers, the hair tie slipped between them and fell onto his pale wrist.

“Get some rest,” he said softly, then turned and walked out.

Selene stared at the test report in her hands, but for the first time, she couldn’t make sense of the words on the page.

She vaguely heard the nurse say she’d need to stay in for observation, but after the nurse left, Selene burrowed under the covers.

Digging around beneath the blanket, her hand brushed against the stethoscope—Adrian’s instrument, forgotten in her bed.

“Miss Thompson’s medical skills leave much to be desired.”

Adrian’s mock-accusation echoed in her mind, and Selene, flustered, stuffed the stethoscope under her pillow.

Of course she wasn’t a doctor—no wonder her skills were lacking.

And even if she were, what doctor could ever hear something like that from a patient’s heart?

Ugh! Selene groaned, muffling the sound in her blanket. This preening, green-eyed peacock was going to be the end of her!

She yanked the comforter over her head.

Pulling out her phone, she glanced at her WhatsApp contacts. Adrian was listed as “Attorney Shaw.”

Selene grinned and added a little teacup emoji after his name.

Suddenly, her phone pinged with a new message, making her jump.

It was Carmel replying at last.

He reached out and yanked the comforter away.

At that moment, the bedside sensor light flicked on, and Selene jolted awake.

She saw Harrison looming at the head of her bed.

In the pale glow, the man caught sight of Carmel’s face. His own expression darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes.

“You—!”

Harrison barely got the word out before Selene grabbed the stethoscope from under her pillow and whipped its rubber tubing hard against his chest.

A dull pain exploded across Harrison’s torso. Instinctively, he tried to catch the cord, but Selene twisted it deftly, looping it around his neck.

Luke Holloway had taught her self-defense. Selene knew she was no match for Harrison in strength, but she remembered where men were most vulnerable.

She tightened the cord around his throat, and in the instant he was gasping for air, she drove her knee up—hard—into his most sensitive spot.