Chapter 382
“If one is not crazy, how could…”
Pitter–patter, the rain heavily pounded on the umbrella, but Beatrice didn’t hear anything. She just raised her gaze and glanced at the umbrella suddenly extending above her head.
Keith held a large umbrella for the two of them and said with concern, “Mr. Caden, the autumn rain is chilly, and your previous illness hasn’t been long gone. Ms. Lindsey also has a weak constitution.”
Caden frowned as he looked at the drenched Beatrice and said, “Get in the car.”
“Let go! I won’t go! Uncle Caden! Don’t forget, everything has nothing to do with you!” Beatrice emphasized the words “Uncle Caden‘. “I shouldn’t have expected any kind words to come out of your mouth.”
“Ah!”
Beatrice was lifted directly onto Caden’s shoulders and they walked towards the car.
As he was leaving, Caden cast a gloomy glance at Keith.
Keith couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the umbrella handle out of fear.
What did he do wrong?
Didn’t they fear catching a cold?
After getting in the car, Keith immediately took out the medicine box.
“Mr. Caden, your hand…”
As he was about to speak up to
He nodded his head and said, “Yes.”
and wiped the blood off his palm. towel from the side cabinet “It’s fine, she’s weak.” Caden casually grabbed a
if this was considered normal. wondered and red
in shock, towel Keith looked at the rapidly
rapidly turning
remind, he met Caden’s meaningful gaze, instantly understanding what Caden meant.
Handing over the medicine box, Keith immediately turned around and considerately turned on the heater before closing the partition
After cleaning
With a turn of his gaze,
the
wound, Caden quickly wrapped
he
it with gauze, temporarily stopping
looked at Beatrice huddled in the corner.
the
bleeding.
She buried her face in her Levealing her slender white neck, with a mist of water vapor clinging to her skin, like a peeled lychee, glistening like jade.
But when he saw her trembling hand, his gaze deepened a bit.
Caden reached out to grab her wrist, but she stiffened her arm and resisted him.
Beatrice clutched her clothes, hiding the wound, and endured the pain as she said, “Drop me off at the subway station ahead, I can make my own way back.”
She considered herself to have spoken with great dignity.
But in Caden’s eyes, she was no different from a wet, snarling kitten.
His hand turned pale from the pain, but he still stubbornly persisted.
run?
How much
loss–making business and wanted to “You stabbed me Caden didn’t bother with small talk and grabbed her wrist, prying open her palm.
I have
done for you?
Hands!”
The crescent–shaped wound was originally not deep, but it was deepened by the small fragments embedded in it after being rubbed by Beatrice. Looking at it, it was somewhat bloody and flesh–like.
Beatrice wanted to struggle, but Caden forcefully pulled her past, his strong arm wrapping around her from behind, imprisoning her in his
embrace.
