Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 446

"Wilson, please... don't..." Victoria's voice cracked as her face her eyes, and she was barely holding herself together.

w impossibly pale. Tears were pooling in

Wilson didn't even flinch. His cold, strikingly handsome face remained hard as stone, showing no mercy.

"Wilson." Yvette's voice was soft, but it cut through the tension like a knife. Instantly, the fury that

surrounded him vanished, and without a word, he was back at her

Lionel, still on his knees, let out a shaky breath. His face was ghostly white, his body trembling with relief.

Wilson had been seconds away from ending him. Lionel knew that if Yvette hadn't called him off, he'd be dead already.

And the thing that terrified him the most? He hadn't even ned Yvette. The murderous intent Wilson

had unleashed was just from the threat. If he'd actually laid a hand on her...

He didn't even want to imagine what would've happened. Who knew Yvette had such a hold on Wilson?

"Take her to the hospital," Yvette said coolly.

Her fingers slipped into Wilson's larger hand, a small gesture meant to calm him down. She glanced at Victoria, pale and trembling, blood seeping from her scraped knees.

Yvette had pushed her, sure, but it hadn't been that hard. Just a nudge. Still, Victoria had fallen harder than expected. Yvette wasn't about to walk away from that without owning up.

fury simmered but didn't die out completely. His cold, dangerous gaze remained locked on Lionel, practically daring him to make

the dungeon," Wilson

one praying for death. Only

it. He shot Lionel a

but if he did, he'd never be the same

punish me. Just... Don't hurt him." Her soft, broken sobs made her look so fragile, the kind of sight that would

pleas. His jaw tightened, and without even sparing her

the car, her tear-filled eyes wide with desperation.

pretty bad..." Yvette's voice

eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, his anger palpable.

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to go be

of feeling betrayed, she was actually suggesting he comfort Victoria. Did he really mean so little to her? "Are

anticipated her words would strike such a nerve. Realizing her mistake, she quickly pressed herself against him, her slender arms wrapping around his firm waist. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't mean it. Please,

you off the hook," Wilson said, his hands gripping her waist with a firmness that

his anger, bit her lip and then stood on her tiptoes to

irritation seemed to melt away almost instantly. His grip on her waist tightened,

push me toward

eyes earnest.

looked at her, but the

tone, "I promise

door swung open, and a group of imposing men stepped out. At the head of the group was Adam, whose commanding presence was impossible to ignore. "You all insisted on tagging along to

Civilized?