Telling Lies, loving you Chapter 50 She Is Fine

"Please, don't Don't... " When he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a painful cry
from behind him.

His body suddenly froze. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to gently touch her face that
wrinkled because of fear. "It's all right. I'm by your side."

Lying on the bed, Michelle felt the gentle touch of Scott and her heart was instantly relieved. Looking at
her like this, Scott was filled with mixed feelings.

When he knocked at the door this morning, he didn't see any movement in the room, so he
subconsciously knew something. So he rushed out of the hotel and drove the luxurious car to the
Russell Group.

But when he went to the company to question the Secretary, she did not say anything. How couldn't
Scott know that the middle-aged man was a famous hooligan?

He felt that he was a loser in managing the company because she went to his company without
hesitation for the interests of the company. After getting no answer from Russell Group, Scott began to
drive his car and went to all the places he would go, but there was no news about him.

During the time he kept calling, Michelle's cell phone kept blowing up, but no one answered. At that
time, Scott was so anxious that his heart was about to jump out of his chest!

"It's all my fault. I didn't protect you well." After tucking her in, Scott sat on the edge of the bed and
watched her for a long time until he was sure that she was asleep before he left.

When the door was closed, the person lying on the bed slightly moved.

When she woke up, it was bright outside. The sunlight came in through the gap of the curtain, dazzling.
She looked down at her clothes subconsciously and found that it was the same as last night. Her



flustered heart was finally relieved.

She lifted the thin quilt and was about to get out of bed when she heard a "beep" from the door and
was pushed away from the outside. When Scott walked in and saw her sitting on the bedside, the
knitted brows became smooth again.

Scott walked over in a suit of women's wear. "Wash yourself up. Let's go downstairs and have
breakfast."

With her eyes glued on Scott, she emanated a sweet, masculine aura. In her mind, some scenes that
she had forgotten suddenly appeared. Thinking of what happened last night, tears welled up in her
eyes.

Scott found there was something wrong with her, so he quickly sat next to her and took her in his arms.
"It's okay, it's over, but that person didn't do anything to you. Don't worry."

She was sure that she didn't cry in front of him on purpose and she didn't want to get any sympathy
from him. In fact, she knew what Scott had done last night, but she didn't have the strength to open her
eyes.

What she didn't expect was that Scott would beat up a big shot in this country for a little secretary. At
this moment, she was suffering from indescribable pain, but mixed with a hint of moving.

A woman, no matter how strong she was, always hoped to have a broad shoulder to rely on when she
was most helpless. The fact was, no matter how hard they tried, they were still women

"Okay. Wash yourself. Let's have breakfast downstairs." When he was going to leave, he tried his best
to make her feel better. It was not until the door was closed that Michelle turned her eyes to the
shopping bags on the bed.




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