The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 1115

Louis chuckled. “Why would you think so? Are you regretting your decision to fight for me?”

“What did you just say? I fought for you?” Ryleigh turned her face away. “You’re the one who clung to me first.” He smiled, took Ryleigh into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head. “Yes, I’m the one who’s clung to you, but my fondness for you is not something that I can control.”

It had been hours since Xyla blacked out. It was already dawn when she regained consciousness and opened her eyes. She realized that she was lying in a ward and lifted her hand to rub her forehead. Her body felt drained, while her head felt groggy.

Mindy was in the chair next to the bed and saw her wake up. “Xy, are you alright?”

“Who sent me here?” Xyla asked with a hoarse voice due to her dry throat.

Mindy replied, “It was Mr. Boucher and Mr. Lucas. Mr. Lucas also called me and asked me to come to the hospital to accompany

you.”

Mr. Hathaway would do that to you . Hmph, so what if he’s the richest man in the world? Isn’t he still a sc*mbag after all that he’s done? I heard that he stayed in the clubhouse last night and left early in the morning, and

smile. “That’s great.” ‘In this case, he won’t be coming back to me

Xyla interrupted her. “I drank one whole bottle of bourbon last night and I still feel sick

buy you something light and easy

of the bed with her pillow supporting her

Xyla felt that she was still very tired, so she

a figure appeared at the door

who came in, so she did not bother to open her eyes. A slightly chilly palm stroked her cheek, so she opened her eyes in fright and saw the face of

hand away and looked exceptionally

turned to look at her. “I didn’t do anything. I’m just here to

see if I’ve died or not, am I

both his arms against the mattress on her sides. “Must you give me that attitude all

see from me?” Xyla smiled again. “It seems useless to please you as plenty of women will go the extra mile just to flatter you. Not to mention that you’ll think that I’m faking it, so what else do you expect me to

up to cover herself,

hair on the side of her pillow with his palm. “Why wouldn’t you come to me and tell me that you can’t take the alcohol?