Chapter 38 How Many Times？
Chapter 38 How Many Times?
Without expecting such a question from him, she felt her cheeks burning, “How do you know that?’ “I
fait it that night’ ra froze a moment until she realized he was talking about that wild night when they
had almost done it.
She felt her cheeks hoi enough to boil eggs.
She then took a peep at him and found him staring at her with a half-smile on his face.
ra''s face reddened even more.
Unwilling to be looked down upon by Horace, she clenched her teeth and said, “So what? Looks like
youre very experienced, then tell me, how many times?” Much to his surprise, Horace was checkmated
by the always timid ra.
Then the lift reached the first floor.
Horace then raised his hand nearby his lip and gave an awkward cough, ‘Here we are.
Let''s get on the car” With that he wheeled himself out before her.
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She hadn''t expected her to take that question serious herself, but she got worked up when she saw his
reaction, so she went right after him and said, “You didn''t answer my question.
So how many times have you ever done it?” As unylelding as she had always been, ra never let go
of anything she had determined to find out, so she kept questioning even after they got in the car.
“Come on, tell me.
Is it because you have done it So many times that you can''t tell me? Were they with the same woman?
Or different ones? in the car, Horace felt overwhelmed by her.
He propped up his forehead with his hand.
He regretted having started the conversation and shot himself in the foot.
He had never expected to see that chattering side of her, But that''s kind of cute.
As he saw ra bending over his wheelchair and questioning him, with hes twinkding eyes and her
pouty cheeks, Horace couldn''t help but lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.
The unexpected kiss caught her off-guard.
She felt the warmth on her brow on fire, burning her face.
She squared her shoulders and sat back down in her own seat.
Horace was surprised to see her react that much, and burst intoughter, “So this can hush you,” ra
red at him but stopped bombarding him with questions.
After all the fooling around with Horace, ra felt Much better from the bad mood she had got with
Darren and nodded off with her head leaning on the window.
Seeing that ra was asleep, Isaac, who had kept quiet in the front seat, finally asked in a lowered
voice, ‘Mr.
Kirnd, I got the result of what happened to Mrs.
Kirnd two years ago.” Horace, who was staring at the asleep ra in profile, turned to him with a
cooler face, “You found that man?” “Yes.” “Where is he?” “As you told me to, I have locked him up.
What are we gonna do next, Mr.
Kirnd? Should we find some guys to beat him up?” “Beat him?’ A cruel sniff shed across his face.
“Oh, he wishes.
When ra''s home, you go there with me? With a chillness in his eyes, Isaac said, "Ves, Mr.
Kirnd.” When the car reached the house, ra woke up and rubbed her eyes.
‘ra, you go home first.
Have a rest.
I''ve got something to do” ra was surprised for a moment but soon nodded.
“OK,e back early then” After getting off the cas, she watched the car as it drove away, she couldn''t
help but wonder if he was seeing someone, a woman, probably, sote at night.
In the light of what a good kisser he was and how adept at it he showedst time when they almost did
it, he must be a womanizer.
ra fett upset, but she didn''t know why.
She fet shocked at noticing how her moods changed.
What''s was going? She wasnt supposed to care about whether he was seeing someone else, but why
she seemed to do? ra raised her hand and ced it on her chest.
She suddenty realized that deep down in her heart, something has changed.
Suburb, west of the city.
At a derelict factory, an old man who looked younger than his age was tied to a chair.
He seemed to have been tortured to hisst gasp, with his eyes drooping.
it was not until the door to the warehouse opened did he raise his head.
As he saw the wheelchairing towards him, the old man froze for a few seconds until he recognized
the man and said, struggling, “Mr.
Kirnd! Oh, god, it is you, Mr.
Kirnd.
t have no idea what this is all about.
Did do anything wrong? Would you spare me, please?” Horace felt a rage of fury boiling inside him as
he saw the old man''s wrinkled skin and fat body.
Damn itt "was such a disgusting man who vited ra two years ago? As he pictured ra undes
him, Horace felt as if his chest was to explode.
Slowly, he wheeled his chair there, lifted his hand up and strangled him! “Tell me? Horace said in a
voice that was low and chilled to the marrow, “Two years ago, at the Millennium Hotel, did you rape a
schoolgirl or not?” Two years ago? The panicked old man recollected his memory before he
remembered something.
Trembling from head to toe, he soon said, “Mr.
Kirnd, there was some mistake.
The thing that happened two years ago, I didn''t actually get to do it” Didn''t get to do it? Horace paused
for a moment before he loosened his grip, “What do you mean?” The old man, at that moment, literally
wetted his pants, so he immediately came clean about what had happened back then.
“Two years ago, there was indeed a man who soliciting such business, saying there was a virgin school
girl for me to y with.
But then as 1 got back from my dinner and went to the room to check her out, there came in some
men, all in ck, and they drove me out right away!” “Men in ck?” Horace slightly squinted his eyes.
“Yes! I have no ides who sent them there, but it seemed that they were in urgent need of a woman.
And I quess their boss must have been some powerful man.
I was old, I didn''t dare offend them, so! let them take her.
Horace then clenched his fist and looked at him coldly, “Is it true?” “Of course it is sure! Oh, god,
please, I didn''t do anything to that girl! I didn''t even know what she looked like” Horace finally let go of
his hand under the conviction that he didn''t have the gut to lie to him.
“Take him away? Horace said impassively, "Go check whether he was telling the truth.
Also, ask him who introduced ra to him” "OK? Isaac took the order immediately, beckoning his men
to take him away.
Then he turned to Horace and whispered, "It''s great that it wasn''t this disgusting old man who raped
Mrs.
Kirnd” Without any hint of delight on his face, Horace gave him a cold look.
“So I should feel happy that she was raped by another man?”