Chapter16


    Wilson’sexpressiondarkenedatonce.HissharpgazndedonCollin,whocouldn’thelpbutshudder.HeknewverywellthatWilsonwas


    furious.


    However,itwasindeedhisfault,sohelowered hisheadinguilt.


    Wilsondidn’twastetimetalkingtohim.Worried,hequicklyenteredtheprivateroom.


    Inside,Yvettewassittingtherewithunfocusedeyes,indicatingthatshewasdrunk.Yetherbeautifulfacewascold,andshewas extremelyvignt.Anyonewhotriedtogetclosetoherwouldbeattacked.


    “Lookatwhatyou’vedone.”Wilson’scold eyessweptoverCollin,asheemanatedaterrifyingchill


    “I’msorry,Wilson.Don’tbeangry.”Collinloweredhisgazeguiltily.“Ididn’tknowshehadsuchalowalcoholtolerance.Shebecamelikethisafterjust oness.”Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    “I’lldealwithyoter.”


    AfterWilsonsaidthat,heturnedaroundandlookedatYvettewithagentlegaze.Heslowlyapproachedherandsaid,“It’sokay.I’mhere.”Hisvoicewaspleasantandtender


    Shewasveryvigntandaggressiveatthatmoment,andotherscouldn’tgetclosetoher.Hehad nootherchoicebut tocalmherdownlike


    that.


    “Wilson,don’tgooverthere.Herkickisreallystrong.”


    Wilson’sfate–hewas


    BeforeCollinfinishedspeaking,hesawWilson’shandonYvette’sshoulder.Collinsighedlightly,asifhehadforeseenWilson’sgoingtogetkickedtoo.


    However,justasWilsonheldhershoulder,Yvetteleaned intohisarmsobediently.Thisinnocentactionwasasharpcontrast toherfiercekickthatsenthimflyingjustnow.


    Collincouldn’thelpbutcurseinhisheart.Whywashetheonlyonewhogothurt?


    YvettefeltinexplicablysafeinWilson’sarms.Sherubbedagainsthimandsubconsciously hookedherarmsaroundhisneck.Atthismoment,shelookedsoobedient.


    Wilson’sheartmeltedatonce.Withhisstronghands,hespedherslenderwaisttightlyandcarriedherupbeforestridingoutoftheroom.


    Collingrittedhisteethinanger.Wasthisthesamdywhokickedhimjustnow?


    Hecoveredhissorebottommiserablyanddidn’tdarechaseafterthem.ThethoughtthatWilsonwasgoingtodealwithhitersentachilldownhisspine.


    Couldhebeanyunluckier?


    “Whathappened,Mr.Quinn?”


    SeeingWilsoncarryingYvetteoutinhisarms,Samuelwaspuzzled,buthestillopenedthecardoorquickly,


    “Here.Getinthecar.I’lltakeyouhome.”


    WilsoncarriedYvetteintothecarandwantedhertositbyherself.Butoncehelethergo,sheimmediatelyfrownedandheldhisarmtightly-


    Samuelobviouslynoticedthis.Hecouldn’thelpbutsay,“Mr.Quinn,itseemsthatonlyyoucangetclosetohernow.Youcan’tleaveherside,orshe’llbeanxiousagain”


    EvenifYvettewassenthomenow,shewasinastatewhereshedidn’tallowanyoapproachher.Herfamilyprobablycouldn’tgood


    careofher.


    LookingatYvette,whoheldhisarmtightly,Wilsonsmileddotingly.“You’retheonewhoinsistedongoinghomewithme.”