Chapter 3 Sweet But Venomous

"TING TONG." The doorbell to Jordan Fremantle's penthouse rang.

The man trapping Chantal Brickman's body was forced to abandon his intention to tease the girl aggressively. Jordan got up from his bed and walked to open the door for his guests.

The door swung open, and a figure wearing a white doctor's uniform smiled, showing off a row of neatly arranged white teeth. "Good evening, Mister Fremantle. At your service, sir!" he said.

"Good evening, Doctor Damian Brinkley. Please come in," greeted Jordan politely as he shifted his body so his guest could enter his penthouse.

"So, where is my patient, Mister Fremantle?" Doctor Damian asked as he looked around the spacious room with a luxurious interior, looking for people other than the two.

Jordan walked ahead of his doctor to his bed. "The injured little cat is on my bed, Doc. Be careful because he's a little naughty!" Jordan's laughter could be heard booming in his bedroom.

"Must be a hot-tempered woman, right? Well-" Doctor Damian followed Jordan's steps until he met his patient, whose appearance was messy, but that didn't reduce her beauty from any angle. "Interesting!" he muttered as he met Colombian emerald green eyes.

Doctor Damian circled the giant bed and sat on the edge. He said in a friendly tone, "So... is there anything I need to heal, Miss Beautiful?

Seeing that the young doctor seemed to be attracted to Chantal, Jordan called out in a loud, sharp voice, "Treat her wrist, Doctor Damian. The vein is injured because it's too delicate, and I held it a little tight earlier!"

The two heads on the wide bed suddenly turned together towards Jordan. The aura of domination and a hint of possessiveness feel real, hanging in the air. Doctor Damian Brinkeley also knows himself. His client seems to have a special relationship with the beautiful creature before him.

"Oh, all right. I'll look into it immediately, Mister Fremantle!" said Doctor Damian. Then, deftly, without saying much, he examined Chantal's right wrist.

"What's your name, Miss?" asked Doctor Damian while taking a tube of ointment from his medical bag. Then he applied the cream to the wrist, which had turned reddish blue due to the hematoma.

Smiling kindly, the young woman replied, "My name is Chantal Brickman, Doc. Isn't this dangerous? It hurts, and my hand is a little weak right now."

"Ohh-that's right, it's the effect of ruptured arteries. Rest your right hand for a while and apply this ointment three times a day. Then everything will get better, okay?" said Doctor Damian Brinkeley as he handed the ointment tube into Chantal's palm.

After checking the patient's blood pressure, pupil reflexes, and breathing and heart rhythms, Doctor Damian determined that Chantal's condition was generally acceptable. He got up from the edge of the bed and said to Jordan, "This lady is fine except for the hematoma on her right wrist. My advice is to treat her more gently because the walls of the blood vessels are thin, so they break easily if you press hard."

"Okay, I'll remember your message, Doc. My private secretary will transfer payment for your services. Thank you for coming here," Jordan said as he escorted Doctor Damian to the exit of his penthouse.

"You're welcome, sir. Then I'll take my leave. See you later!" Doctor Damian replied without wanting to linger there. He stepped quickly towards the elevator to get down from the 80th floor of the tall skyscraper towering in the middle of Los Angeles.

The departure of Jordan's doctor coincided with the room service employee who delivered Jordan's dinner order. He also let the young man come in to serve various Italian dishes at the round dining table in his penthouse.

With light steps, Jordan picked Chantal up in bed. He stretched out his right hand and said, "Dinner is ready. Come on, be beautiful, fill your stomach before you fall sick. The day is still long. I want you to get ready after eating to attend a luxurious party invitation at a hotel near here with me."

"Whatever, am I not currently your prisoner, Jordan?" said Chantal coldly. The most important thing was to fill his empty stomach, and his blood sugar levels had dropped drastically due to the forced fasting.

While enjoying dinner that seemed too early, Jordan looked at Chantal's elegant way of eating. He was also curious to know more about the woman's background in life.

"On an ordinary day, what do you do, Chantal? I hope it's not just spending your papa's ill-gotten money," Jordan asked sarcastically.

Chantal doesn't like being judged arbitrarily for her father's sins. He had nothing to do with the disappearance of the jumbo capital belonging to the man sitting beside his chair.

"Do I need to answer questions accompanied by baseless accusations from you, sir?" Chantal replied with apparent reluctance. He smiled sarcastically while chewing the polpette in his mouth.

"Just tell me the answer I asked for, beautiful. You like to provoke me too much!" Jordan acted indifferent and took another menu on the dining table to fill his stomach.

Chantal replied casually, "I'm a fashion designer from a leading international fashion house. A valuable asset to my employer. If I disappear, they will look for me."

"Hmm ... an interesting job. At least you're not a useless woman who can only waste money and party enthusiasts with free sex in general women in Hollywood," Jordan replied condescendingly to Chantal once again until the woman rolled her eyes.

"Insulting people seems to have become an ingrained habit in you, Jordan. I will experience acute emotional stress if I'm with you too much!" Chantal used her left hand to lift a tall stemware of mineral water to drink from, and then she placed it back on the table.

"Excuse me!" The green-eyed woman got up from the chair and was about to leave the dining table. However, Jordan's arms caught Chantal's slender waist so swiftly that the woman's buttocks suddenly fell into his lap.

"ARGH!" shrieked Chantal in surprise. Jordan immediately controlled his lips until he was unable to protest.

The woman's fists were too small to injure Jordan with her blows. When the forced kiss ended, both of them gasped for breath, and they exchanged glances.

"I like your sweet but venomous lips, Chant! You're prettier if you don't speak cynically like this," Jordan said, stroking Chantal's lower lip with his thumb.

"Unfortunately, I'm not your wife. I'm just your prisoner to lure my father out of his hiding place, right, Mister Jordan Fremantle?" Chantal said in an annoyed tone.

Jordan's brows furrowed fiercely. He also answered Chantal's words, "If marrying you can tame your wild temperament, it would be good for us to do that, Chantal Brickman. I don't mind and know that I am a potential single man who is the target of many gold diggers out there. You are lucky !"

Chantal's mouth fell open ungracefully at Jordan's words. He didn't expect that such a ridiculous thought would exist in the selfish man in front of him.