Telling Lies, loving you

Chapter 50 She Is Fine

"Please, don't Don't... " When he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a painful cry from behind him.

His body suddenly froze. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to gently touch her face that wrinkled because of fear. "It's all right. I'm by your side."

Lying on the bed, Michelle felt the gentle touch of Scott and her heart was instantly relieved. Looking at her like this, Scott was filled with mixed feelings.

When he knocked at the door this morning, he didn't see any movement in the room, so he subconsciously knew something. So he rushed out of the hotel and drove the luxurious car to the Russell Group.

But when he went to the company to question the Secretary, she did not say anything. How couldn't Scott know that the middle-aged man was a famous hooligan?

He felt that he was a loser in managing the company because she went to his company without hesitation for the interests of the company. After getting no answer from Russell Group, Scott began to drive his car and went to all the places he would go, but there was no news about him.

During the time he kept calling, Michelle's cell phone kept blowing up, but no one answered. At that time, Scott was so anxious that his heart was about to jump out of his chest!

"It's all my fault. I didn't protect you well." After tucking her in, Scott sat on the edge of the bed and watched her for a long time until he was sure that she was asleep before he left.

When the door was closed, the person lying on the bed slightly moved. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

When she woke up, it was bright outside. The sunlight came in through the gap of the curtain, dazzling. She looked down at her clothes subconsciously and found that it was the same as last night. Her

flustered heart was finally relieved.

She lifted the thin quilt and was about to get out of bed when she heard a "beep" from the door and was pushed away from the outside. When Scott walked in and saw her sitting on the bedside, the knitted brows became smooth again.

Scott walked over in a suit of women's wear. "Wash yourself up. Let's go downstairs and have breakfast."

With her eyes glued on Scott, she emanated a sweet, masculine aura. In her mind, some scenes that she had forgotten suddenly appeared. Thinking of what happened last night, tears welled up in her eyes.

Scott found there was something wrong with her, so he quickly sat next to her and took her in his arms. "It's okay, it's over, but that person didn't do anything to you. Don't worry."

She was sure that she didn't cry in front of him on purpose and she didn't want to get any sympathy from him. In fact, she knew what Scott had done last night, but she didn't have the strength to open her eyes.

What she didn't expect was that Scott would beat up a big shot in this country for a little secretary. At this moment, she was suffering from indescribable pain, but mixed with a hint of moving.

A woman, no matter how strong she was, always hoped to have a broad shoulder to rely on when she was most helpless. The fact was, no matter how hard they tried, they were still women

"Okay. Wash yourself. Let's have breakfast downstairs." When he was going to leave, he tried his best to make her feel better. It was not until the door was closed that Michelle turned her eyes to the shopping bags on the bed.