Ryan was a good wingman for Justin. Otherwise, what sort of friend would he be?
Trying to move an unconscious Justin, who was 189 cm tall, back to his room was equivalent to trying
to move a mountain.
Luckily, there was an elevator in this villa. Bella dragged the bastardâs body back to his room like she
was dragging a corpse. By the time she helped him up onto the bed, her dress had been soaked
through by a mixture of both her own sweat and Justinâs sweat.
âYouâre so damn heavy!â
Bella was exhausted and panting heavily, but she had no time to rest. She hurried into the bathroom
and soaked a towel with cold water before wiping Justinâs body to bring his temperature down.
After she was done bustling around, Bella sat on the edge o heavily, so tired that she did not want to
move anymore.
âIâm seriously exasperated with you. Why were you moving abou much when you were having such a
fever? Youâre really troubleson
donât you know that?â
Bella glared at Justin, who was still delirious from the fever. Her tone
was cold, but she felt anxious.
After all, he only ended up this way because of her.
Wait a second!
Ryan frowned, observing Carrieâs movements carefully.
Why did she look like she was having a PTSD reaction? Could she have been constantly beaten at
home in the past?
Did Carrie have such a fearful reaction when Zoe raised her hand against her because Bethany used
to hit her frequently?
Was that the case?
âWhen did you two get here? Why didnât you guys let me know?â
Bella came downstairs and jumped in fright when she saw the two
men sitting quietly in the living room.
She hurriedly tried to calm her unsteady breathing.
Ryan put his phone away and flashed his teeth at Bella with a devious
smile. âAh, we just didnât want to intrude. You two get to meet so
rarely that we thought you should have more time to nurture your
feelings. We just didnât want to be there disturbing you.â
âNurture our feelings, my ass!â
Bella was so angry that she wished she could use her stiletto heel to
stab holes into Ryanâs mischievous, smiling face.
Ryan crossed his legs and turned to appraise Bella closely, propping
his chin on his hand.
He noticed that her lips were glossy and her cheeks were red with a flush that had not yet receded, and
the ever-so-experienced Mr. Hoffman raised an eyebrow in interest. âMy brother has done it, hasnât
he? Wow, Justin looks really serious on the surface, but heâs just as horny as hell. What an asshole!â
âYoung Madam! You finally came! Thereâs hope for Mr. Salvador
now!â lan gazed at Bella with stars in his eyes, smiling so widely that
he was about to burst into tears.
Bella had no time to correct his form of address for her right now and
saidâ seriously, âMr. Harris, Mr. Salvadorâs high fever was caused by
the recurrence of his internal injuries. It shouldnât be neglected. Iâve
just contacted one of the hospitals under KS Group that has high security and is better at maintaining
patientâs privacy. Iâve also
contacted the doctor in charge. You and Mr. Hoffman should get
ready to head over there now.â
lan bowed deeply. âThank you, Young Madam! I just knew you still
have feelings for Mr. Salvador! You wouldnât have just let him die!â
âI wouldnât have let him die, but that has nothing to do with whether or
not I still have feelings for him. Donât make such a far-fetched
assumption.â
Bellaâs tone was icy as she refused to allow lanâs assumption to
stand.
She walked down the stairs and walked up to Ryan with a cold gaze.
Ryanâs heart trembled when he met her gaze, as he felt a strong chill. âMr. Hoffman, letâs step aside to
talk.â