Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 277

A few dozen black cars soon surrounded the three previous cars. The guard who stepped out of the car turned to Wilson and said humbly," Our deepest apologies for arriving late, Mr. Quinn."

Wilson glanced at the weaselly-looking man, his expression wickedly attractive even in its fearsomeness.

"Round them all up and use whatever means of torture you need to find out who sent them here," he said coldly.

Anyone who dared lay a finger on Yvette didn't deserve to remain on this earth.

"Understood, Mr. Quinn," the guards answered deferentially.

"You need to get your wound bandaged up immediately," Yvette said. She winced through the cramps in her lower body to get out so she could bandage his wound.

Wilson's heart ached as he looked at her pale face. He wanted so badly to tell her to go back into the car to rest. But he could tell from the determined look in her eye that Yvette wouldn't be listening to whatever he had to say. Giving in, Wilson sighed, obediently stretching his arm out to Yvette to let her bandage it.

Luckily, his wound wasn't really deep. Not having any medical

supplies, Yvette simply tore off a strip of cloth from her clothes. She then wrapped it haphazardly around his arm to stop the blood first.

to the hospital now to

voice and coaxed her gently, "I'm fine. I'll go to the

warmth came flowing unprompted from Yvette's chest. Don't you ever block a dagger for me

captivating eyes, smoldering with passion, and

to protect

an explosion of that magnitude generated a huge buzz. The

famed for not being particularly

only her side profile could be seen, her beauty was

bothering themselves with photos of the accident. Instead, they swarmed

news about Wilson Quinn would gain way

with his tall silhouette. The journalists would only be able to take shots of his

doors of a mall. Suffering through the waggling eyebrows of

Wilson bought a big

a

back into the car to bring Yvette up

room in his arms.