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A few dozen ck cars soon surrounded the three previous cars. The guard who stepped out of the
car turned to Wilson and said humbly,” Our deepest apologies for arrivingte, Mr. Quinn.”
Wilson nced at the weaselly–looking man, his expression wickedly attractive even in its
fearsomeness.
“Round them all up and use whatever means of torture you need to find out who sent them here,”
he said coldly.
Anyone who daredy a finger on Yvette didn’t deserve to remain on this earth.
“Understood, Mr. Quinn,” the guards answered deferentially.
“You need to get your wound bandaged up immediately,” Yvette said. She winced through the
cramps in her lower body to get out so she could bandage his wound.
Wilson’s heart ached as he looked at her pale face. He wanted so badly to tell her to go back into
the car to rest. But he could tell from the determined look in her eye that Yvette wouldn’t be listening
to whatever he had to say.
Giving in, Wilson sighed, obediently stretching his arm out to Yvette to let her bandage it.
Luckily, his wound wasn’t really deep. Not having any medical
supplies, Yvette simply tore off a strip of cloth from her clothes. She then wrapped it haphazardly
around his arm to stop the blood first.
“I’ve stopped the blood. We need to go to the hospital now to get your wound treated.” Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.
Looking at Yvette’s serious expression, Wilson lowered his voice and coaxed her gently, “I’m fine.
I’ll go to the mall with you first.”
How sweet. He was still thinking of her even though he’d just been Injured.
A surge of warmth came flowing unprompted from Yvette’s chest. Don’t you ever block a dagger
for me again.”
Wilson looked at her with his captivating eyes, smoldering with passion, and said gently, “It’s my
duty to protect my princess.”
He would’ve done it all over again to protect her from any kind of harm.
Naturally, an explosion of that magnitude generated a huge buzz. The media representatives and
journalists had all rushed to the scene.
As soon as they arrived, they saw the cold, ruthless Wilson, who was famed for not being
particrly interested in women, acting ever so tenderly toward one!
Although only her side profile could be seen, her beauty was obvious.
The journalists stopped bothering themselves with photos of the ident. Instead, they swarmed
over to Wilson to snap his photos.
After all, news about Wilson Quinn would gain way more traction than any other news!
Knowing that Yvette didn’t like the cameras, Wilson took her into his arms, blocking her from view
with his tall silhouette. The journalists would only be able to take shots of his back.
He gave his guards a look, prompting them to break up the mob of journalists.
Ten minutester, the car stopped outside the doors of a mall. Suffering through the waggling
eyebrows of passersby and
salespeople teasing him, Wilson bought a big bag of sanitary pads,
women’s intimate wear, and a change of new clothes.
He then went back into the car to bring Yvette up to the changing.
room in his arms.
“I didn’t know which brand you use, so I bought a pack from each one.
“Thanks.”
Yvette took the bags over obediently, then stepped into the changing. room to change out of her
dirtied clothes.
The underwear he’d bought came in a two–piece set, so Yvette
changed out of her bra too. After she changed, she snapped into a bted realization.
The measurements were just right. But how did he know her size?
Ten minutester, Yvette walked out of the changing room. Her dirtied clothes were stuffed into a
shopping bag. Wilson took it nonchntly, then scooped her up into his strong arms.
Docilely, Yvette looped her arms around his neck, her body limp in his arms. Her voice was softer
than usual from her cramps. “How did you know my size?”
Hearing Yvette’s question, Wilson held onto her narrow waist, his maic voice low and
seductive.