PopularNovelChapter 722: No. She had nearly crashed into one.
Her breath hitched as her vision sharpened, and she saw them.
Ernest and Quentin.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had nearly collided with Ernest's car.
"I'm terribly sorry." Elissa rubbed her forehead and nodded apologetically at Ernest. "Mr. Flynn, I didn't mean to cause trouble. I should get going." She turned, ready to slip away, but before she could take a step, Ernest's firm yet gentle grip closed around her wrist.
His gaze was steady, his voice unwavering. "You need medical attention. I'll take you to the hospital." Elissa hesitated, shaking her head. "It's nothing serious. Just a few scratches. I don't want to be a burden. Thank you, really." Pulling free from his grasp, she made for the door. But the second she stepped outside, something in the distance caught her eye.
Without warning, she spun around and dove back into the car, curling up beneath the seat before Ernest could even process what had happened. His brows furrowed. “Elissa, what the hell are you doing?" "Shh!" She raised a trembling finger to her lips, pleading. "Please... just lethide here. Just for a little while!" Hide? From what? Ernest followed her wide-eyed stare and glanced out the window.
ŁATést Çh Аþе€яŞ ¡n GalnøvεlŞA black car idled at the curb. The man who stepped out scanned the street, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Elissa! Elissa!" Recognition dawned instantly.
Quentin spotted him too. "Isn't that—" "Quentin." Ernest's tone was sharp, his subtle shake of the head enough to silence him.
Quentin clamped his mouth shut.
Ernest turned his attention back to the woman cowering in the shadows of the car seat, her entire body trembling as though the mere act of breathing might give her away.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHad that man hurt her before? Was he the reason for the bruises, the split lip, the fear in her eyes? "Quentin," Ernest said, his voice low but resolute. "Get in. We're taking her to the hospital."
Quentin hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Understood, Mm Flynn." He shut the rear door behind him and slid into the passenger seat. "Sebastian, drive." "Understood." As the car pulled away, Elissa remained curled up, barely daring to move.
Ernest cast her a sidelong glance. "It's okay now. You can sit up."
She flinched slightly at his voice, then, as if waking from a trance, slowly uncurled herself and om straightened, pressing into the farthest corner of the seat. “Thank you," she murmured. "Really, thank you."
She stole a glance outside, worry still shadowing her face. "You don't have to taketo the hospital. Just drop Eoff here, and I'll manage."
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