“What are the two of you doing?” Xavier asked. His voice was as cold as frost and unmistakably laced with anger, scaring Percy to the point that he started quivering all over. He tried to retract his hand, only for Scarlett to tighten her grip. “Don’t move,” she ordered before turning to address Xavier. “Mr. Stroud, I’m helping Percy with his tendonitis.” Percy nodded hurriedly. “That’s right! I have tendonitis, and Scarlett is helping me heal it with acupuncture. Her skills are out of this world!” He wasn’t even exaggerating. He had assumed that the swelling on the back of his hand would take days to go down. However, Scarlett needed less than 20 minutes to make the swelling disappear. It was the only reason he had found the courage to go along with her cover-up story. He didn’t even dare to think about how Xavier would deal with him if he found out that Percy had been beating people up. Xavier still looked upset. His lips were pressed together tightly, and an air of iciness emanated from every part of his body. Percy felt crushed under the immense weight of his stress. Once Scarlett was done removing the needles from his hand, he retracted his hand at lightning speed and slipped away to the passenger seat. Waves of glacial cold continued to roll off Xavier’s body after he got into the car, bringing the atmosphere in the vehicle down to the freezing point—until Scarlett pulled out another popsicle from the built-in freezer and offered it to him. “Mr. Stroud, would you like a popsicle?” Xavier glanced at her before replying coldly, “I don’t eat cold things.” Scarlett tossed the popsicle back into the freezer. Xavier spoke up again, “Since you know acupuncture, why don’t you use it on me?” “Are you feeling unwell, Mr. Stroud?” asked Scarlett. “I’m feeling uncomfortable all over,” was Xavier’s reply. Scarlett had nothing to say to that. The silence in the car was rather bizarre. A few moments passed before Scarlett asked again, “Where do you feel most uncomfortable, Mr. Stroud?” “My heart.” Scarlett felt her throat tightening. There were many possible causes if the issue was with his heart. It wasn’t something that could be easily healed by just poking a few needles into him. “Mr. Stroud, have you experienced any discomfort with your heart in the past?” she asked patiently. “No.” “Do you go for regular check-ups for your heart?” “Yes.” “Did the check-ups indicate that you have any heart issues?” “No.” Scarlett was stumped. “Then, when did you start feeling discomfort in your heart, Mr. Stroud?” Xavier pressed his lips together, but he didn’t answer her question. His heart had felt immensely uncomfortable when he saw Scarlett holding Percy’s hand. It wasn’t just his heart, but even his lungs were uncomfortable. He felt so angry that he thought he might blow his top off. However, he had summoned all his willpower to keep his fury in check, so it hadn’t been too obvious. Now that Scarlett was questioning him about it, he felt a little too ashamed to admit what he had been feeling to her. “Just check my pulse. I’m not too sure which part of my body is feeling unwell.” Scarlett was once again rendered speechless by Xavier’s response. Still, she did as she was told, reaching for his wrist that was as pale as porcelain. Her fingers trembled the moment she came into contact with his wrist. His skin was as cold as ice, but his pulse was beating powerfully. She pressed down a little harder, taking note of his heartbeat. Silence blanketed the entire car. Only when the car entered Jondalia Gardens did Scarlett hastily snatch her hand back, removing her fingertips from his wrist. Xavier had his gaze locked on her pale and slender fingers. Disappointment filled his eyes at the sudden absence of her touch. He pulled his sleeve down and covered his wrist once more.