Chapter 6
He kissed her passionately and eagerly. Their teeth touched, breathing warmly with each other. The man reveled in her sweetness, as if trying to savor every breath of her.
Julie pushed him away with all her might, her brows furrowing like she just woke up from a dream.
She silently opened the bathroom door and darted out.
She didn’t expect to find Kieran’s assistant Karl and a cop standing at the bedroom door.
Karl sucked in a breath and quickly shut his eyes.
Julie didn’t have time to acknowledge her embarrassing state when a huge bed sheet suddenly covered
her from behind.
Next thing she knew, she was dizzy and Kieran scooped her up and tossed her back into the bathroom.
When Julie removed the bed sheet, a brand new dress was thrown on the marble table in front of her.
“Put it on.” The man’s gaze was cold and arrogant, his voice calm, devoid of any intonation.
With that, Kieran turned and left.
Julie glanced at her wet dress and compared it with the new one Kieran threw in. She only needed one look to know it was her size. So she put it on.
When Julie walked out in her new outfit, only Karl and the cop were left in the room.
The cop asked Julie a few routine questions, Julie cooperated and gave her statement, and then Karl escorted the cop out.
Without wasting a moment, Julie grabbed her wet clothes and left the villa as if she couldn’t stand another second there.
Just as she reached the villa gate, a black Porsche suddenly pulled up in front of her.
Inside the car, Kieran sat quietly in the back seat, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed a bit. His straight nose was like a work of art.
His lips were pressed tightly together, giving off a cold and noble aura.
“Get in.” Kieran’s deep voice echoed in the car.
Julie hesitated, then opened the car door and got in.
With her limping, it’d be dark before she could walk home. Being coy would only make her feel worse. Julie wasn’t stupid, and once in the car, she gave him her work address, “CozyBean Café.”
True to his word, Kieran dropped her off at the café after her statement was recorded.
Julie got out of the car and was watching the Porsche drive away. She gazed at the car leaving, when the car suddenly reversed back. She quickly stepped back to avoid it, her eyes resolute.
The car window rolled down again, just as she was about to pretend she saw nothing and leave, she saw the man throw out a bag from the window, then he drove off once more.
She glanced down at the bag, inside was a tube of ointment and some anti–inflammatory pills.
She hesitated, frustrated, and then finally picked up the ointment and waved it towards the departing. car. But in the end, she didn’t throw it back. Instead she tossed it in the trash.
Her phone suddenly rang. Pulling it out of her pocket, Julie looked at the calling number. The familiar string of numbers made her frown instantly.
The phone call came from the hospital.
