Chapter 37 His Concern
A sharp female voice rang out again, "Adrian, you ruined my husband! I'm going to kill you!"
The woman, seeing she hadn't hurt Adrian, swung the knife again.
"You're asking for it!" Adrian raised his hand, eyes fierce, and grabbed the woman's knife-wielding hand. With a hard squeeze, a sharp scream echoed as the knife fell from her grasp. Her hand now hung at an odd angle, clearly broken at the wrist. Security quickly rushed over and dragged the woman away.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden scene.
The woman dared to attack Adrian in broad daylight!
She must be crazy.
Someone whispered, "That woman looks like Mrs. Booth. I heard she went mad after her husband went bankrupt."
Another asked, "Her husband is Calvin Booth, right? I think the Howard Group took over his company."
A voice chimed in, "Shh, stop talking."
Seeing Adrian's dark expression, everyone fell silent.
"Natalie, are you okay?" Bella asked, her voice trembling as she anxiously looked at Natalie's pale face and bleeding arm.
There was a nasty gash on Natalie's arm, blood soaking through her white shirt and dripping steadily.
Natalie felt dizzy. Her arm didn't even hurt anymore; it was numb. She lifted her gaze, and everything seemed to blur and spin.
A man's face came into view. Was she about to faint? Was she hallucinating?
To her surprise, she saw concern and shock on Adrian's face.
The next second, Adrian bent down, scooped her up, and headed straight for his car. Brice quickly opened the door, and Adrian got in with Natalie in his arms. "Drive to the hospital, now!" Adrian urged.
Brice immediately floored the gas pedal.
Adrian looked down at Natalie in his arms.
His dark eyes couldn't hide his shock.
Was she out of her mind?
If that knife had been just a bit off, it could have left her seriously injured.
Why did she take a knife for him?
"Natalie!" Adrian called her name.
Although Natalie's mind was still clear, she knew she was in his arms. So she tried to struggle, but he held her tighter.
"Mr. Howard, I can go to the hospital myself," she muttered, her lips pale.
"Yourself?" His eyes lost the concern and shock, turning cold again. "Natalie, you're good at playing hard to get. I don't need your help. I don't need you to shield me."
"You're overthinking it," Natalie said, looking away. "I just happened to see it. I help injured animals on the street too."
The next second, she felt like her shoulder was about to be crushed by his grip.
Adrian seemed to be using all his willpower to suppress his anger.
At the hospital, Natalie got seven stitches on her forearm.
While getting stitched up, the numbness in her arm turned into sharp pain, making her tremble and bite her lip.
A hand covered her eyes. Adrian stood behind her, one hand over her eyes.
"If you can't watch it, then don't," he said softly.
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