Side Chick Era... Over

Loving Mom 30

The crowd of reporters exchanged glances before quickly pasting on sycophantic smiles.

“Well, since Mr. Biggs has spoken, we’d be foolish not to comply.”

One by one, they dispersed. No one even dared to linger in the shadows for a photo.

Because everyone knew exactly what kind of man Carter was.

No one who ever stood against him managed to remain standing on this earth for long. 1

Once the reporters cleared out, the air grew heavy–dead silent and ice–cold.

Carter’s eyes settled on Sharon, still cradled in another man’s arms. His gaze darkened, a bitter chill radiating from him.

“Get down,” he ordered.

Sharon already felt uncomfortable being held by a stranger. Now that the scandal surrounding her had erupted in full force, the last thing she wanted was to drag Xavier into it.

“Please put me down,” she murmured softly.

But Xavier didn’t even glance at Carter’s thunderous expression. “No. Your ankle’s injured. You need to go to the hospital.” Carter’s eyes didn’t waver from Sharon’s face. The coldness in them was absolute, like something frozen solid.

said–get down,” he repeated, each word pronounced with the

count on one hand the number of times she’d seen him show even a flicker of real

Still, Sharon didn’t move.

only made him more

deliberate. Reaching out, he tried to pull her

moved to block him, arm raised–but with Sharon in his grasp, he wasn’t quick enough. Carter yanked

arms.

wrist tightly, he turned

flared instantly in her injured ankle, sharp enough

caught

stopped mid–step,

hand was

Carter growled, the words strained

exactly what

turned proud, mocking. “You think

soft laugh. “Does it matter what you think? What

turned his eyes to her, his

do you want to