Psycho villain I Raised Wants to Marry Me-Chapter281 – Excited? Hell no
Clarissa got home around five in the afternoon. The moment she opened the door, Abyss lunged at her.
Annoyed, she smacked its head lightly. “Abyss, what are you doing? Get up!”
But this time, the creature didn’t obey her at all—it stuck to her, sniffing her nonstop.
“Abyss!” Clarissa raised her voice and finally pushed it off with force. “If you don’t get up, I’m really going to get mad!”
Abyss’s tail twitched, its posture full of reluctant displeasure. But when it saw the seriousness on Clarissa’s face, it finally stood up straight, eyes sharp, tail stiff.
Clarissa sighed. Abyss was acting strange, but she brushed the thought aside. She wrapped her arms around it, coaxing softly, “Abyss, be good. I had to go to the doctor—of course I couldn’t bring you. If you don’t eat properly, I’ll be sad, you know?”
She looked at the half-finished food bowl and stroked its fur. “Didn’t you like what I cooked today? Want me to add your favorite canned food?”
Abyss shot her a glare, but gradually relaxed… still sniffing her like something was off.
As if sensing something new, Abyss slipped out of her arms entirely. It circled her, pacing and growling under its breath, the sound urgent, restless.
Clarissa copied its posture and squatted in front of it, resting her chin in her hand. “What’s gotten into you?”
But when she still didn’t understand, Abyss only grew more agitated—its tail slapping the carpet in loud, rhythmic thuds. At least the growling stopped, which eased Clarissa’s worry.
She patted its head, then went to the kitchen to prepare its favorite food. She even chopped up catnip and mixed it in just the way Abyss liked. And sure enough—Abyss devoured the entire bowl this time.
Clarissa let out a breath of relief. Probably just another mood swing. She stayed with it the entire evening, even letting it sleep on the bed.
Clarissa tucked the blanket around Abyss, gently patting its head with a soft, warm smile.
“Abyss, I’m going to see Dr. Atticus for a while. He’s incredibly good at what he does—Grandpa would really like him.”
Abyss rolled its eyes at her, too lazy to even make a sound, resigned to whatever fate she’d chosen for it.
“Don’t sulk. I can take you with me tomorrow. Dr. Atticus said he won’t be at the hospital.”
At that, Abyss suddenly looked up at her.
“You’re excited too, right?” Clarissa teased.
“…”
It rolled its eyes again. Excited? Hell no.
Seeing Abyss remain aloof, Clarissa pinched its cheek. “Why so cold tonight? Are you still angry with me? If you keep this up, I won’t take you out tomorrow.”
Abyss’s eyes darted away. The tension in its body melted. It then rubbed itself against her leg, letting out a soft, almost embarrassed whimper—its tail gently circling her ankle.
Clarissa’s face brightened instantly. She hugged its big head, planted a few noisy kisses on it, and laughed. “I knew you weren’t really mad at me.”
A thick black line seemed to appear over Abyss’s head. Still, it lay obediently beside Clarissa, quietly accompanying her. When it looked down again, she had already drifted off to sleep.
Abyss pulled the blanket over her shoulders before jumping off the bed.
It padded silently to the balcony and sat down. In the darkness, its crimson-gold eyes narrowed, staring straight through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the building opposite.
Atticus stood there.
As if feeling Abyss’s presence, Atticus lifted his gaze. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he looked out the window.
“Heh…”
He walked to the wine cabinet in the lobby and poured himself a drink.
The golden liquid shimmered under the reflection of the ice. His long, clean fingers curled around the glass. His short hair was still damp, his black bathrobe loose, the belt barely tied. A wide expanse of firm, sculpted chest was openly on display; the lines of his abs subtly defined beneath the robe’s folds.
Atticus radiated an effortless, languid sensuality—masculine to the point of danger.
He stepped back to the floor-to-ceiling window with his drink.
With a quiet swish, he pushed it open. Then he sank into the rocking chair by the balcony door and made a small mocking gesture toward the window across from him—toward Abyss, who continued watching.
After that, he leisurely sipped his wine and picked up a book. Next to him lay a thick stack of patient files along with several medical texts. Atticus finished the files in under an hour—and also finished his drink.
He set the glass down, mood remarkably good, that faint smile never fading from his face.
The next morning, Clarissa was preparing to take Abyss to the agreed-upon meeting place. She had just stepped out of the bathroom when her phone rang—Atticus.
“Hello? Dr. Atticus, I’m heading out now.”
“I’m sorry,” Atticus said, his voice low and steady. “Something urgent came up. A patient suddenly took a turn for the worse. I’ll have to reschedule our follow-up.”
“It’s alright,” Clarissa said gently. “A life-or-death situation comes first. I’m not in a rush.”
“Good. Did you dream about that dream again last night?”
“No. I slept great. But… same as before, I can’t remember anything when I woke up.”
“Then keep track over the next few days. If you have any more dreams, do exactly what I told you—sketch them as soon as you wake up and bring them to me next time.”
“Okay.” Clarissa hung up.
Staring at her blank screen for a moment, she put down her dress and sat on the bed.
Abyss sat beside her, tail swishing eagerly.
Seeing its hopeful expression, Clarissa stood up, patting its head. “You’re already excited? Fine, I’ll take you out to play.”
She drove Abyss out to the countryside. The two of them spent the entire day running around, wandering through fields, and watching the sun slowly fall.
By sunset, she was leading Abyss back toward the parking lot, moving at a relaxed pace.
On the way home, Clarissa thought about buying some more meat. But just as she stopped, she froze.
Not far away, a man and woman were walking down the road.
The man was Atticus.
The girl beside him was someone Clarissa had never seen before. She kept glancing up at Atticus shyly, then ducking her head, her cheeks blooming pink…
For some reason, the sight made something twist uncomfortably in Clarissa’s chest.
“Thank you, Dr. Atticus…” the girl said softly.
“It was nothing. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“If it weren’t for you, my father… I didn’t think someone like you would help people like us… I mean, thank you. Really.”
Atticus’s expression remained cool. “You were lucky, that’s all.”
The girl’s flush faded at his indifferent tone. She bowed again, then hurried off.
Atticus didn’t stop her. But when he turned, his eyes landed directly on Clarissa.
Their gazes locked.
Clarissa startled, then snapped back to herself as Atticus walked toward her. Her heartbeat stumbled.
He reached her quickly. By the time he stood in front of her, she had finally regained her composure.
“Miss Clarissa,” he said with a small smile. “What a coincidence.”
Clarissa returned the smile. “Yes… quite a coincidence. Dr. Atticus, were you visiting a patient?”
“This case was a little complicated,” he answered. “But he’s stable now.”
Clarissa opened her mouth to respond—when BANG BANG BANG—Abyss started slamming itself against the car window behind her.
Clarissa turned. Abyss was staring outside intensely.
She opened the door to let them meet properly.
But the moment Abyss hit the ground, it shot forward like a bolt of black lightning.
“Roar—!”
Before anyone could react, Abyss slammed its claw straight at Atticus. Atticus didn’t dodge or flinch—he merely raised an arm slightly.
The impact was brutal. The hit sent him staggering back several steps. Blood sprayed across the pavement—his arm torn open, instantly soaked red.
“Dr. Atticus!! Abyss!! Stop!”
Clarissa had never seen Abyss attack anyone. Even after striking once, Abyss didn’t stop. It lunged to attack again.
Seeing Atticus injured, Clarissa rushed in and grabbed Abyss. “Stop! Stop!”
Abyss froze the moment it felt Clarissa’s touch, but its feral glare stayed locked on Atticus—its whole body trembling with the urge to tear him apart.
Clarissa wrapped her whole body around its neck, holding it with all her strength. When she finally felt Abyss relax, she stroked its neck anxiously. “Abyss, be good… let’s get in the car, okay?”
She coaxed it back into the vehicle. Abyss obeyed only because Clarissa was there—though it still shot Atticus a vicious look.
Atticus watched Abyss climb back into the car. Something unreadable flickered in his eyes—a brief, strange smile.
Clarissa rushed over. Seeing the blood soaking his arm, her stomach twisted.
“I’m so sorry—so, so sorry. Abyss has always been calm; it’s never hurt anyone in its life. I didn’t expect this at all. Let me take you to the vet—no, the hospital—I’ll cover everything, every expense…”
With Phoenix preparing to take over the family estate, Clarissa didn’t want this incident to create more trouble. She could only try to explain as best she could.
She thought Atticus would be furious. She braced herself for it.
But Atticus’s expression was relaxed—almost… amused. A soft smile tugged at his lips.
“It’s fine. But if you take me to the vet…” He pointed at Abyss inside the car. “What about her?”
Clarissa hesitated.
Atticus added, “My car has everything—vaccines, medical supplies… I can handle it.”
“My home is nearby…” Clarissa said quickly. “I’ll take Abyss home first. Could you… treat the wound at my place, just for now?”
Atticus smiled. “That would be perfect.”
Clarissa hurried off before the police showed up. She was furious—Abyss had hurt someone, and in public. The moment they got home, she locked Abyss inside its room.
“You stay here and think about what you did.”
Abyss sat on its usual carpet, tail flicking nonstop. It whimpered and howled quietly, trying to explain—but unable to speak.
Then Atticus’s voice sounded from behind Clarissa.
Abyss immediately jumped up, grabbed Clarissa’s pant leg, and glared up at her with blazing crimson-gold eyes.
Clarissa sighed and stroked its head. “You hurt Dr. Atticus. If he decides to this, I won’t be able to take you out anymore. Be good and wait here. I’ll come back after I sort things out.”
After speaking, Clarissa gently pulled her pant leg free and turned to close the door. She hurried into the living room—Atticus was already tending to his wounds.
He heard her footsteps and looked back, giving her a faint smile. “Miss Clarissa, come help me.”
Clarissa rushed over. His shirt was already unbuttoned, exposing half of his torso. Her attention locked on his injury. Three long, clean claw marks ran down his arm, and her expression tightened immediately.
Atticus noticed her distressed look and almost laughed. While she worked on his wounds, he said lightly, “Your hands are pretty skilled. Miss Clarissa, have you studied medicine?”
“Yes, a bit. My grandfather was a doctor when he was young. I learned a lot from him over the years.”
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Chapter281 – Excited? Hell no
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