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.

cold, dangerous gaze remained locked on Lionel, practically

Wilson ordered. "Let

meant-unimaginable torture, the kind that would leave one praying for death. Only

at the thought of it. He shot Lionel a glance of pure pity before nodding."

survive, but if he did,

eyes red with unshed tears. "Lionel only acted out of fear for me. He wasn't thinking. If you need to punish someone, punish me. Just... Don't hurt him." Her soft, broken

Wilson remained cold, unmoved by her pleas. His jaw tightened, and without even

Victoria was practically forced into the car, her tear-filled eyes wide with desperation. She opened her mouth as if to say something else, but

She looks pretty bad..." Yvette's voice faltered as Wilson's hand clamped down on her

narrowed into dangerous slits, his anger palpable. "You

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go be

would be seething with jealousy, but not Yvette. Instead of feeling betrayed, she was actually suggesting he comfort Victoria. Did he

pressed herself against him, her slender arms wrapping around his firm waist. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't mean it. Please, don't be angry

said, his hands gripping her waist with a firmness that made it clear he

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

almost instantly. His grip on her waist tightened, and his voice, though still

toward

nodded, her eyes

he looked at her, but the gravity of the

low, unwavering tone, "I promise you, Yvie, something

of the group was Adam, whose

Civilized?