The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 118

“I’m not. Honest,” I fibbed.

“Do you want me to send someone over to check?” he asked firmly.

1 was stunned and helpless. “Fine… I got a graze on my arm I’ve treated it with some well–placed plasters.”

“Just that?”

“Yeap.”

“Are you home, or are you in your workshop?” he asked.

“The latter.”

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“You should go home for the night, Taylor. Lock your door and windows later. Call me if arrything comes up. I’II help.”

I listened to his instructions in stunned silence.

Hold on why was I following his orders? We were supposed to be just friends.

made

It was just a small cut. You don’t need to be so…” I trailed off, about to tell him there was no reason for concern. I had suffered worse under the Jones

continue, though, Soren’s voice softened. “Taylor, you’re only human. You’re not a superwoman. Be kind to yourself. It’s okay

I froze.

unexpectedly, a lump formed in my throat.

had never said anything so warm and kind to me.

become accustomed to wearing grit, bravado, and even ruthlessness as armor.

said meekly. “I’ll

girl,”

My heart quivered.

hung up and stared into space, still in

was behind his acts of concern? Was he just worried for me as a friend? Or was

my space. I was about to

from the Kenways‘

ma’am. John is already on his way to you,” he informed me. “Traffic is light at this hour,

I can drive! And even if I choose not to, I can take a cab. I don’t want to trouble John.”

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Chapter 118

you,” Charles explained.

thank Charles

was 9:00 p.m. Coming all the way here from Beaumont, driving home, and then returning to the estate–John wouldn’t get any rest until 11:00 pm at