Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 7

Yvonne froze, her heart pounding as she looked back at Jeremy’s stormy expression. Panic set in, and she felt like the couldn’t breathe.

For a split second, she wanted to tell him everything–to just spill the truth. But as certain memories flashed in her mind, the words got stuck in her throat,

If even Mrs. Harrison, who raised me, doesn’t believe me, how is my brother, who’s only known me for a day, going to trust me?‘ she thought, dread crawling up h spine.

She was terrified that Jeremy would see her as a liar and a bad kid, and send her back to the orphanage.

Yvonne couldn’t bring herself to speak. She adored this brother who brought her beautiful cakes, and the last thing she wanted was for him to hate her.

After a moment of hesitation, she forced a smile, trying to cover up her uncase with a sweet, childlike act.

She tilted her soft face up and said in her sweetest, most innocent voice, Jeremy, relax. I’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

Jeremy’s lips pressed into a hard line, his handsome face colder than ice. Without saying a word, he scooped her up and laid her on the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Yvonne jumped in surprise at his sudden move, her voice trembling as she saw him crouch down to check her leg.

Her reaction hit Jeremy like a punch to the gut. If there wasn’t something seriously wrong, she wouldn’t be acting this scared.

He carefully rolled up her pant leg, and then froze, shock spreading across his face.

Her calf was covered in cuts, and her knee had a massive, ugly bruise, standing out against her pale skin like a warning sign.

His expression darkened, his grip tightening around her hand. Her palm was red, dotted with scabs that hadn’t even fully healed yet.

This wasn’t from some simple fall like she said. No, this was fresh, deep scratches, and there was a nasty gash near her wrist.

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed, his voice as cold as a winter storm. “When I asked you at the orphanage… were you lying to me?”

Yvonne’s gaze s

shifted, her guilt clear in the way she lowered her head. She barely whispered. I’m sorry.”

He sucked in a breath, his chest tightening, but he wasn’t mad at her. He was mad at himself.

should have pressed her more when she first told him about falling. He should’ve asked more

hell would she

gently put her hand back under the covers and

door clicked shut, her

would make him think she was a bad kid–a liar–and

she stared at the closed door, her

with a pale face, determined

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to explain that the hardnit meant

da raded the door, Jeremy, who had left moments ag came back, carrying a firit

“What are you doing out of bed? Get back under

as the blinked back fresh tears, her

the table, then opened

a soft yellow dress, tore off the price tag and handed it to her. “I had someone grab this.

blinked, will a little stunned

raised an eyebrow, his concern still there. “You know how to put it on, right?

nodding eagerly, two dimples popping up on her soft cheeks

smiled at him.

nonchalant grunt, then stepped outside, closing the door behind him. Leaning against the

the orphanage. It made sense why she was so cautious,

brought him out of his thoughts. He opened it just

voice floated from inside.

open the door and step

looked absolutely adorable. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the soft yellow fabric, making her look like a tiny dumpling wrapped in

out more casual than he felt. “Not bad. You’re

and she flashed him a big

the first aid kit on the table, then knelt down to treat her injuries. His golden hair fell into his eyes as he

cool sensation on her legs. She couldn’t

in the dress, her delicate arms were fully exposed. That’s when

ointment standing out against her pale skin like ugly bruises, marking

tending to all the visible cuts and applying the medicine, Jeremy Adler lowered

head, her voice sweet and soft. “Nope,

carefully on her bedside table, then pulled up a chair and sat down facing her.