Chapter 273: A Rose 277

A few dozen black cars soon surrounded the three previous cars. The guard who stepped out of the car turned to Wilson and said humbly,” Our deepest apologies for arriving late, Mr. Quinn.”

Wilson glanced at the weaselly–looking man, his expression wickedly attractive even in its fearsomeness.

“Round them all up and use whatever means of torture you need to find out who sent them here,”

he said coldly.

Anyone who dared lay a finger on Yvette didn’t deserve to remain on this earth.

“Understood, Mr. Quinn,” the guards answered deferentially.

“You need to get your wound bandaged up immediately,” Yvette said. She winced through the cramps in her lower body to get out so she could bandage his wound.

Wilson’s heart ached as he looked at her pale face. He wanted so badly to tell her to go back into the car to rest. But he could tell from the determined look in her eye that Yvette wouldn’t be listening to whatever he had to say.

Giving in, Wilson sighed, obediently stretching his arm out to Yvette to let her bandage it.

Luckily, his wound wasn’t really deep. Not having any medical supplies, Yvette simply tore off a strip of cloth from her clothes. She then wrapped it haphazardly around his arm to stop the blood first.

“I’ve stopped the blood. We need to go to the hospital now to get your wound treated.”

Looking at Yvette’s serious expression, Wilson lowered his voice and coaxed her gently, “I’m fine.

I’ll go to the mall with you first.”

How sweet. He was still thinking of her even though he’d just been Injured.

A surge of warmth came flowing unprompted from Yvette’s chest. Don’t you ever block a dagger for me again.”

Wilson looked at her with his captivating eyes, smoldering with passion, and said gently, “It’s my duty to protect my princess.”

He would’ve done it all over again to protect her from any kind of harm.

Naturally, an explosion of that magnitude generated a huge buzz. The media representatives and journalists had all rushed to the scene.

As soon as they arrived, they saw the cold, ruthless Wilson, who was famed for not being particularly interested in women, acting ever so tenderly toward one!

Although only her side profile could be seen, her beauty was obvious.

The journalists stopped bothering themselves with photos of the accident. Instead, they swarmed over to Wilson to snap his photos.

After all, news about Wilson Quinn would gain way more traction than any other news!

Knowing that Yvette didn’t like the cameras, Wilson took her into his arms, blocking her from view with his tall silhouette. The journalists would only be able to take shots of his back.

He gave his guards a look, prompting them to break up the mob of journalists.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped outside the doors of a mall. Suffering through the waggling eyebrows of passersby and salespeople teasing him, Wilson bought a big bag of sanitary pads, women’s intimate wear, and a change of new clothes.

He then went back into the car to bring Yvette up to the changing.

room in his arms.

“I didn’t know which brand you use, so I bought a pack from each one.

“Thanks.”

Yvette took the bags over obediently, then stepped into the changing. room to change out of her dirtied clothes.

The underwear he’d bought came in a two–piece set, so Yvette changed out of her bra too. After she changed, she snapped into a belated realization.

The measurements were just right. But how did he know her size?

Ten minutes later, Yvette walked out of the changing room. Her dirtied clothes were stuffed into a shopping bag. Wilson took it nonchalantly, then scooped her up into his strong arms.

Docilely, Yvette looped her arms around his neck, her body limp in his arms. Her voice was softer than usual from her cramps. “How did you know my size?”

Hearing Yvette’s question, Wilson held onto her narrow waist, his magnetic voice low and seductive.