Chapter 29
Chapter 29
“How could I ever let you go! Stop ying the saint, I know you’re a whore,” Scott snarled, trying to
drag Gwendolyn towards the lounge next door.
“Get off me!”
Gwendolyn felt feverish and ufortable. Her fingers slipped into her cuff and pulled out a silver
hairpin, jabbing it fiercely.
“Argh!” Scott howled in pain.
She leaned against the wall, clutching the pin, feeling weak all over.
“So, you want to y hard to get? Well, I’m not taking no for an answer!” Scott barked, his face flushed
with anger and embarrassment.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he was sent flying with a well–ced kick.
“You bastard!” Nathan taunted as he gave Scott a couple more kicks for good measure. “Scumbag!”
“You’ll pay for this, man!” Scott whimpered as he scampered away, nursing his bruised ego more than
his injuries.
“In a society ruled byw, I’m just doing my civic duty!”
Meanwhile, Howard stooped to scoop Gwendolyn up in his arms. His upper body strength was evident
beneath his thin shirt, the contours of muscle perfectly outlined as he lifted her onto hisp.
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Gwendolyn cried out with a mix of fear and relief, “Mr. Chadwick…”
“Let’s go home.”
With a soothing tone, Howard signaled to his driver, who began pushing his wheelchair out of
the venue.
The onlookers from the private room emerged just in time to see Nathan striding away and Scott
nursing a decidedly rearranged face.
They exchanged puzzled looks before Mamie spoke up, “Who was that guy? Where’s Gwendolyn?”
Could her big payday be slipping away?
Scott darkened his face. “Some meddler! His clothes weren’t even designer. I don’t know where
Gwendolyn finds these lovers. She’s not exactly picky!”
“Should we ask your uncle about it?” Mamie suggested with a hint of concern in her voice.
“No need!” he gritted his teeth. “There’s no point in bugging my uncle with this minor incident!” But his
eyes promised that this was far from over.
Outside the grand hotel.
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Nathan slid into the driver’s seat and immediately noticed Howard and Gwendolyn huddled together in
the backseat. Raising an eyebrow, he reported, “Got the scoop. That dude was Gwendolyn’s admirer
and has been chasing her for years with no luck. He tried to seal the deal tonight with ast–ditch
effort.”
“Gwendolyn is not careless,” Howard murmured, puzzled at how she’d gotten so intoxicated.
“They were drinking a kind of spirit, which tastes light like lemonade. Easy for a sheltered girl like her to
be caught off guard,” Nathan exined. The alcohol content in those drinks was deceptive. Even
seasoned drinkers could be floored by a couple.
Clearly, someone knew Gwendolyn’s weaknesses all too well.
Nestled in Howard’s embrace, Gwendolyn snuggled closer and murmured, “You’re so cool to the
touch.”
Her throat was on fire, her cheeks burning, her whole body ame.
Howard tried to pull away, but she clung to him.
Nathan couldn’t resist teasing them, mimicking in a falsetto, “Honey, I’m so hot…”
“Shut it.”
“Aw,e on, honey.”
“Nathan!” Howard’s stern voice was a clear warning.
After a cough to clear his throat, Nathan got down to business, “About tonight, how do you want to
handle it? Should I send someone…”
“Let’s not make a spectacle. Bainbridge is watching me.”
“Alright, then. We’ll let the punk slide,” Nathan conceded, referring to their ndestine meeting earlier
that evening.
“I didn’t say we’d let him off,” Howard interjected, his voice low and chilly as he issued a few quiet
commands.
Nathan gave a thumbs–up, impressed. “Howard, you never disappoint!”
The car continued on to a cozy vi.
As Nathan helped Howard out of the car, Marina hurried out at the sound of their arrival, “Oh my, what
happened to Mrs. Chadwick?”