Can't Resist the Billionaire novel Chapter 37

In fact, Vincent was not my boyfriend at all, but now we had such a complicated relationship. I couldn't explain to a strange person for a while, and it seemed unnecessary.

It took Vincent less than 10 minutes to get to where I was. I saw his Bentley parked at the entrance of the community from afar. Afraid that he wouldn't recognize me, I opened the window and shouted at him. His ears worked so well that he could hear me calling him from across the road.

He walked through the road and came to me anxiously. The first thing he asked me was. "Did he hit you?"

I forced a hollow laugh and pretended to be relaxed. "No, we just had a quarrel. We're not as horrible as you think!"

Vincent looked down at me speechlessly. He didn't say anything else and bent down to help me out. However, my ankle was so swollen that I couldn't move at all. Once I moved, it would hurt.

Hearing my painful groan, Vincent's face suddenly became nervous. He looked down and immediately saw the wound on my ankle. Without a word, he picked me up from the seat and planned to carry me directly to the car.

Before I paid the kind driver, I said to Vincent. "Do you have money? I haven't paid the driver yet!"

In fact, I didn't leave either. Strictly speaking, I was not taking a taxi. But originally, we agreed that I couldn't trap an honest person, right? The driver was very kind. He repeatedly waved his hand and said no need to pay. He also looked at Vincent and told him carefully. "Your girlfriend just met a pervert. As her boyfriend, how can you let her come out at midnight? How dangerous it is?"

When Vincent heard that he was my boyfriend, he deliberately asked the driver. "Who told you I’m her boyfriend?"

Hearing this, the driver looked at me doubtfully and said, "Hey?" He said to Vincent. "Aren't you her boyfriend? But she just told me that her boyfriend will pick her up later. Who are you then?"

Upon hearing this, Vincent suddenly hugged me tighter in a good mood. Then he said to the driver in a loud voice as if he were swearing, "I'm her husband!"

"Vincent, don't talk nonsense!" I was so angry with his childishness that my face turned red. How could he say such shameless things in public? Really...

The driver smiled with sigh and said that he was old. He drove away without asking for the money.

Vincent put me in his car and looked at my severely swollen ankle. He said to me while driving, "Go to the hospital first. Why is your ankle swollen? Did he beat you?"

The moment he said this, there was a flash of darkness in his eyes. If I said Christopher had hit me, he would probably immediately take revenge on him.

I shook my head gently and explained to him, "No, I accidentally fell down when I ran!"

Vincent looked at me with a strange face and asked me. "What are you doing in the middle of the night? You must have quarreled, right? Did he do something to you?"

Vincent paused for a moment, but he did not give up because of my refusal. Instead, he held me up more presumptuously.

All of a sudden, my body floated up into the air. I was not dazed anymore, but began to feel more energetic.

When I tried to open my eyes, I found that I was being carried by Vincent to the bathroom. "You, what are you doing? Put me down!"

I was frightened. Suddenly, I reached out and patted him a few times, signaling him to put me down quickly. In fact, in the real world, it was not as beautiful as in novels and dramas. Although my body was not very heavy, he still felt a little tired when Vincent held me. And I suddenly became not cooperative. Now Vincent's face was turning green because of me.

"Can't you be more obedient? I'll take you to shower!" While speaking, Vincent opened the bathroom door and threw me into the bath water he had just put in.

In fact, if I didn't struggle, maybe he was not so rude. The main reason was that my extreme lack of cooperation made him exhausted, so he had to throw me in.

"Plop!" I was thrown into warm water by Vincent, and suddenly my clothes were soaked through. This was not the worst part. What was even more terrible was that after I was thrown in, I instinctively struggled to stand up, but the pain on my ankle made me fall down immediately and choke a mouthful of water!

Vincent probably hadn't served anyone before. So he didn't expect that I would be so embarrassed. He stood outside the big bathtub in a panic and I wanted to struggle to get up when he saw me holding the edge of the smooth bathtub. After a long time, he came to himself and bent down to help me. "You can't even do this?"