Novel Square
Chapter 114
Chapter 114
Adrian’s ears were pierced with the shrill, penetrating cries of a woman, his arms instinctively wrapping around her, enveloping her in the warmth of his overcoat, concealing her nearly transparent, drenched blouse. He scooped her up, Matilda struggling against his grasp.
“Let me go!” she yelled.
Without a word, Adrian carried her to his car parked not far from the storefront, both drenched from the pouring rain, resembling a pair of fugitives on the lam.
*Do you even realize you’re running a fever?” he barked.
Her body was alarmingly hot to the touch; Matilda’s complexion was pallid, but her eyes were lucid and bright. “That’s none of your business!”
“Yeah, none of my damn business. I’m just a fool for pitying you!” Adrian cursed as he locked the car doors and stomped on the gas pedal.
Matilda pounded on the windows. “Where are you taking me?”
“To get a room!”
Adrian snapped, his temper flaring. “Shut up! Keep annoying me, and I’ll crash us into a bridge, and we can die together!”
Matilda shivered at his outburst, a flicker of fear in her eyes that only fueled Adrian’s anger. “What are you staring at? Never seen a hot–tempered hunk before?”
No… she had never.
The heavy downpour made the roads treacherous, and the bad weather only added to Adrian’s recklessness. Ignoring Matilda’s screams, he floored the accelerator, the car nearly drifting along the slick surface lightning–fast. Countless times when Matilda thought they were about to crash into the car ahead, Adrian would swerve away at the last instant.
He drove like a man with a death wish.
By the time they reached the Simpson Mansion, Matilda was completely spent.
Adrian carried her from the backseat into the mansion, up the stairs to the second–floor bathroom, and unceremoniously dropped her into a tub of hot water.
“Can you swim? Don’t drown yourself.
Adrian left her with those cold words as he went next door to change into dry clothes. When he returned, he found Matilda, pale–faced, watching him. “What are you really trying to do?”
“Being charitable, pitying you,” Adrian said, looking much improved from before, though his hair was still a wild mess.
He folded his arms and gave her a lopsided grin. “You should be grateful I’m in a better mood
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now, or I’d have impregnated you a long time ago.”
Matilda had no desire to listen to his vulgar talk,
“Bro, what the heck are you doing up here?” Willow, clutching a bag of chips, froze in the doorway of the second–floor bathroom, taking a step back in shock. “Matilda?”
Matilda shrank back into the water, her embarrassment tangible, unable to even greet her.
“Damn, Adrian! What the hell have you done?!”
Willow swung between pointing at Matilda and her brother, “Impressive, bro! You brought her home? Holy cow, are you two an item now?”
“Not even close.” Adrian shut the door with a swift kick. “Go find her some clothes to wear and grab some cold medicine.”
Willow rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you do it? You’ve got hands and feet.”
“Your room’s a pigsty. I’m not setting foot in there.” Adrian ushered his sister out. “Just bring the stuff and get back in here!”
Ten minutes later, Adrian handed Matilda a fresh set of clothes Willow had fetched, the price tags still dangling, each marked with a hefty sum.
Chapter 115
Indeed, it was totally Willow’s style.