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Chapter 803
Samuel felt a deep fear gnawing at him
Having worked with Mr Diaz for years, he had only seen this man’s elegance and grace, and even his anger was
hidden behind a casual smile. But this rage, this utter fury was something he had never seen before
The aura was overpowering cold and terrifying
He quickly muttered a response and scurried off
Seth stood in place, icy and silent for a moment before he turned around calmly and walked away with determined
strides
Cicely was bone tired her aches sending jolts of pain through her nerves. Sweat trickled down her pale, paper–like
face
She sat beneath a bus stop sign hands clenched tight, trembling
Her hands were clenched so hard that if she let go now the pain would only get worse. The tighter the grip, the
more it’ll hurt when you let go. That was just how it was
She looked terrible bystanders suggesting she get to a hospital, some even offering to take her.
But she refused.
A bus was pulling in when a black Bentley rolled up, blocking the bus lane and stopping!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPeople around were pissed complaining, but when the man stepped out of the car, everyone fell silent.
A damn good–looking guy, pissed as hell, headed this way. With his vibe, no one dared to challenge him!
Ocely didn’t have the energy to notice the commotion around her. She could barely take care of herself, let alone
bother with anything else.
But when she was yanked back to her feet, she had to force her eyes open to look at him.
Seeing Seth’s cold, angry handsome face, she managed to muster a weak smile
“Mr. Diaz, how’s your girlfriend doing?”
Seth’s brows knitted together, his grip tightening on Cicely’s wrist, almost crushing it.
“Ocely!”
.He sounded like he wanted to swallow her whole.
“Mr. Diaz, I haven’t pissed you off, have I? If you need to buy booze… please put it on my tab when you go to No.8
Mansion
Upon hearing the name “No.8 Mansion, the coldness in Seth’s eyes made everyone at the bus stop involuntarily
step back.
The bus driver behind was honking, but Seth didn’t seem to hear, holding Cicely’s wrist and heading towards the
hospital.
Cicely clung to the edge of an advertisement sign, “No, I’m not going to the hospital… Let go of me!”
She was drained, barely had any strength left.
Seth could easily drag her away, but Cicely was exuding a strong sense of resistance. Her pale, feeble face even
had a hint of hurt and weakness..
“I don’t want to go to the hospital…”
Just like before, when she fell sick, she would try to please him to avoid going to the hospital, acting pitifully.
She said, her eyes locked onto Seth’s hand gripping her wrist. The dampness in her palm was persistent, each time
blood seeped out from between her fingers, she looked more frightened.
“Let go of me…. Don’t touch me!” she struggled, but there was no resisting Seth’s fury.
“Cicely!”
The beads of blood pooled together and slid towards her wrist. Fear was mounting in Qicely’s eyes.
*Don’t touch me, let go of me!”
She saw the blood staining Seth’s hand, and her whole body struggled for a moment before finally losing control
and letting out a piercing scream, almost on the verge of breakdown:
Finally, her body went limp, and she passed out. –
Seth quickly caught her, his usual gentleness replaced with an icy demeanor. He scooped her up, intending to go to
the hospital, but remembering her intense resistance, he decided to return to the car.]
There were doctors at home too.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA twinge of pain came from his chest, be looked down to see Cicely biting his clothing.
“To the hospital…”
Seth furrowed his brow, took another look at her, then turned around to head for the hospital.
Cicely tried to say something, but lost consciousness.
In a private room at the hospital, Seth leaned against the window, his tall figure emanating a chilling vibe.
The room was almost filled with doctors and nurses, yet there was not a single sound to be heard.
They swarmed around the bed, beads of sweat on their foreheads, lips sealed, they communicated through
unspoken understanding, maintaining silence as they worked on the treatment.
The woman lay on the bed, her face as pale as a sheet.
But the result was…
After a while, with no sound, the doctor nervously approached Seth.
“Mr. Diaz…”
“What happened? Seth now seemed to have reverted back to his cold self, a stark contrast to his earlier fury.
The doctor wiped the sweat off his cheek and murmured,
“She only has abrasions on her knee and palm. The wounds have been treated. She just needs to rest and recover.”
Seth’s gaze, sharp as a knife, landed on the doctor’s face,
“Do you think I’m blind?”
His voice was low and icy making the doctor flinch, “Mr. Diaz, it really… is just a scrape…”
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