" I have something to take care of . That's it for now . You should spend some time with your dad . We can discuss the meeting later ." Without waiting for a response , Michael hung up the phone . After returning from the cafe to Michael's villa , Clara waited until evening for his return . She had spent hours deliberating and finally decided that she had to save Bennett Enterprise . " You're back . Have you had dinner yet ? Come , try the dishes I made . " When Clara saw Michael walk in , she hurriedly brought out the food she had prepared . After setting the table with four dishes and a soup , she fetched the utensils . Michael was a little surprised by her eagerness to cook . " Do you need a favor ? " He walked toward her with his long strides . He wasn't sure if it was because of the acupuncture Clara had performed on him or something else , but his condition had not flared up in a long time . He could stand for much longer than before . In the past , he frequently had to use a wheelchair , but recently , it had almost become unnecessary . Clara felt awkward as Michael saw through her intentions immediately . She smiled sheepishly , quickly pulling out a chair for him and motioning for him to sit down before seating herself beside him . She thought of how Michael had treated her , and now , here she was , pleading with him to spare Bennett Enterprise . The thought made her grit her teeth in frustration . " Could you please spare Bennett Enterprise this time ? " Clara didn't stay idle as she spoke . She served him food . " I understand your concerns . Rest assured , Bennett Enterprise won't go bankrupt , and Dylan won't sell his shares ." Michael read her thoughts with ease . " Really ? " Clara had expected to have to beg him , but she was surprised by how thoroughly he had considered everything . " Try this . It's my specialty dish . My grandma taught me how to make it when I was living in the village ." As she said the last sentence , a hint of sadness flickered in her eyes , Michael's notice . which didn't escape 1/3 11:51 Sat , Oct 18 M. ... Later that evening , when Michael returned to the bedroom from his study , he immediately noticed something was amiss . Clara lay on the bed , her face contorted in discomfort . She was clawing at her clothes , her flushed face prompting him to quickly reach for his phone . " I told you not to do it to her . " He wasn't calling just anyone - it was his master , Yerrick Zyle . He didn't expect Yerrick had drugged Clara with Charm Smoke . Clara knows medicine . How has she ... " This isn't harming her . You've been married for so long , so think of it as a gift from me . Besides , you didn't take any precautions when you came in . You've likely inhaled quite a bit of it yourself ... " Before Yerrick could finish , Michael hung up the phone . He slapped Clara's face gently , trying to wake her up . She gazed at him with hazy eyes , her burning hands clutching his shirt . Even through the thin fabric , he could feel her feverish heat . Yerrick knew everything about his condition - how sometimes he could stand , while other times he had to rely on a wheelchair . Yerrick often used Charm Smoke on Michael and gave him women . Michael had always taken precautions , avoiding any accidents . Nevertheless , he had been careless this time . The poison in his body could only be partially alleviated by physical release , but he refused to give in , leading Yerrick to resort to Charm Smoke . By the time Michael snapped out of his thoughts , Clara had already wrapped her arms around his neck . Her hot breath fanned across his skin , which only intensified the effects of Charm Smoke he had inhaled earlier . He quickly picked her up and carried her to the bathroom . Turning on the cold water , he placed her under the shower , letting the water cascade over her face in an attempt to clear her mind . However , he had no way of knowing how much Charm Smoke she had inhaled . 2/3 11:51 Sat , Oct 18 ... Leaving her in the bathroom , Michael rushed back to the bedroom , opening the windows to air out the room and letting Charm Smoke dissipate . He also turned on the air conditioning to lower the temperature . It took 15 minutes for the room to be clear of Charm Smoke . When he re - entered the bathroom , he found Clara lying in the bathtub . Her clothes were disheveled and soaked , clinging to her body and revealing her curves . Michael patted her face . " Clara , come back to your senses . Just hold on a little longer ." In fact , even he was struggling to put up with it , let alone Clara , who had inhaled so much of Charm Smoke . D * mn it ! " Michael ... Is that you ? " Clara giggled foolishly at him . Her soft , delicate hand clutched his arm , her small face rubbing against him as if it eased her discomfort . Nevertheless , it wasn't enough to relieve her suffering . She stood up in the bathtub , pressing her face against his chest , her hands roaming over his body . Michael instantly tensed up . Send Gifts a 11:51 Sat , Oct 18 M ... The Stand In Bride He Holds On To Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!