Chapter 1632 Holding Him for Warmth
Paul's expression was cold as ice as he ignored Hugo and walked out with determination.
Hugo had been scared, but seeing Paul leave so decisively, his face lit up.
It seemed the rumors were true—Paul really despised Ann, the woman who had thrown herself at him.
And here she was, pretending to be innocent. Wasn't it just because she looked down on his status?
Paul took a few steps forward, stopped to light a cigarette, and then heard Ann's voice.
"Get away from me! Why are you locking the door? Don't touch me!"
"Stop pretending! Name your price, I'll pay you."
The restroom door had been locked, and the voices gradually faded.
Paul immediately halted, tossed his freshly lit cigarette into a nearby trash can, and turned back.
Ann was already pinned against the sink, her coat torn off.
Sweat dripped from her forehead as she struggled fiercely.
Her voice was shaky, "I will report you."
"Once you enjoy it, you won't report me, sweetheart."
Hugo loved her looks, a smug smile curling his lips.
Just as he was about to pull down Ann's pants, the door behind him was kicked open, slamming into his back and nearly knocking the wind out of him.
Hugo's belt was already undone, his suit pants halfway down. Seeing who stood at the door, he froze in fear. "Mr. Adams."
Hadn't he left? Why was he back?
Ann's hands were braced against the sink, her legs weak.
Her vision was blurry, unable to focus, only hearing Hugo call out, "Mr. Adams."
Her mind was a mess, unable to think clearly.
Paul saw her flushed face, weakly leaning against the sink, and a surge of anger rose within him.
He kicked Hugo.
Hugo tried to retreat but couldn't dodge, taking the full force of the kick to his chest.
He spat out blood, his back hitting the wall, legs trembling.
Paul looked at Ann. Her clothes were thin, but the restaurant was heated, so it wasn't cold.
Her coat lay on the floor. She had lost a lot of weight recently, her face small and her chin sharp.
He grabbed her.
Ann couldn't stand, her nose hitting his chest.
He wore a black trench coat, tall and strong, easily lifting her.
Before she could react, she was slung over his shoulder.
Her stomach felt queasy, but she couldn't throw up.
She hadn't eaten in days, and had only sipped some wine at dinner.
Paul had no sympathy for her, hearing her shaky voice, "I feel sick, put me down, put me down!"
Her legs kicked wildly, leaving a few footprints on his coat.
They were outside the hotel now, the cold wind making her shiver.
Paul set her down.
Her legs were weak, and she had to hold onto his arm to stay upright.
"Cold, so cold."
Her teeth chattered, her thin clothes doing little to keep her warm, though they did show off her figure.
Paul pushed her hand away, but seeing her about to fall, he pulled her back.
When people were cold, they instinctively sought warmth.
Leaning against Paul, she felt warmer, but it wasn't enough compared to the freezing weather outside.
Her trembling fingers fumbled at his waist, finally slipping her icy hand into the back of his coat, holding onto him for warmth.
Paul held his phone in one hand, not paying attention to her actions. He didn't want to personally take Ann back.
A week ago, he had been rejected when he tried to give her a puppy, deciding then to avoid any entanglement with her. The Reed family could find another match.
His life would never be tied to Ann.
As he scrolled through his contacts with one hand, the sudden cold at his waist made him shiver.
He looked down to see Ann buried in his chest, her whole body shaking.
Now that she had found warmth, she wasn't trembling as much.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
