Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Wilson’s expression darkened at once. His sharp gaze landed on Collin, who couldn’t help but shudder. He knew very well that Wilson was

furious.

However, it was indeed his fault, so he lowered his head in guilt.

Wilson didn’t waste time talking to him. Worried, he quickly entered the private room.

Inside, Yvette was sitting there with unfocused eyes, indicating that she was drunk. Yet her beautiful face was cold, and she was extremely vigilant. Anyone who tried to get close to her would be attacked.

“Look at what you’ve done.” Wilson’s cold eyes swept over Collin, as he emanated a terrifying chill

“I’m sorry, Wilson. Don’t be angry.” Collin lowered his gaze guiltily. “I didn’t know she had such a low alcohol tolerance. She became like this after just one glass.”

“I’ll deal with you later.”

After Wilson said that, he turned around and looked at Yvette with a gentle gaze. He slowly approached her and said, “It’s okay. I’m here.” His voice was pleasant and tender

She was very vigilant and aggressive at that moment, and others couldn’t get close to her. He had no other choice but to calm her down like

that.

“Wilson, don’t go over there. Her kick is really strong.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Wilson’s fate–he was

Before Collin finished speaking, he saw Wilson’s hand on Yvette’s shoulder. Collin sighed lightly, as if he had foreseen Wilson’s going to get kicked too.

However, just as Wilson held her shoulder, Yvette leaned into his arms obediently. This innocent action was a sharp contrast to her fierce kick that sent him flying just now.

Collin couldn’t help but curse in his heart. Why was he the only one who got hurt?

Yvette felt inexplicably safe in Wilson’s arms. She rubbed against him and subconsciously hooked her arms around his neck. At this moment, she looked so obedient.

Wilson’s heart melted at once. With his strong hands, he clasped her slender waist tightly and carried her up before striding out of the room.

Collin gritted his teeth in anger. Was this the same lady who kicked him just now?

He covered his sore bottom miserably and didn’t dare chase after them. The thought that Wilson was going to deal with him later sent a chill down his spine.

Could he be any unluckier?

“What happened, Mr. Quinn?”

Seeing Wilson carrying Yvette out in his arms, Samuel was puzzled, but he still opened the car door quickly,

“Here. Get in the car. I’ll take you home.”

Wilson carried Yvette into the car and wanted her to sit by herself. But once he let her go, she immediately frowned and held his arm tightly-

Samuel obviously noticed this. He couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Quinn, it seems that only you can get close to her now. You can’t leave her side, or she’ll become anxious again”

Even if Yvette was sent home now, she was in a state where she didn’t allow anyone to approach her. Her family probably couldn’t good

care of her.

Looking at Yvette, who held his arm tightly, Wilson smiled dotingly. “You’re the one who insisted on going home with me.”