Love Between A Cook And A Doctor novel Chapter 25

Damn it! He got the wrong person again.

The bonus for this month was gone...

He had to drink a few less bottles of wine...

Maybe that girl would sue him. As the new group leader, he hadn't been promoted yet, but going to be a street patrol police (military uniform police) obediently again... He felt sad.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when Cherry was released.

Her wrists were left with red marks by the handcuffs. When it was just unfastened, her hand was still numb.

When she walked out of the reconnaissance room, the person outside had already stood up from the chair.

He had been waiting.

Cherry's eyes turned red.

She walked slowly towards him, her nose twitching.

"Let me drive you home." He didn't say anything else.

Cherry nodded.

She put the key in his hand.

"Drive the car back for me tomorrow. I left it in your hospital. " Her unintentional action sounded a little tentative.

He took it and only answered, "Okay."

It was still raining outside.

Cherry's windbreaker had been presented as evidence. She felt cold as the wind blew outside.

She was wearing his windbreaker.

She looked up at him with a faint smile.

His umbrella covered her.

When he opened the door for her, a lengthened car of seven seats came from nowhere and stopped in front of the two people.

A man in a black suit got out of the car.

Startled, Cherry took a step back and asked, "Who are you?"

The man lowered his hand respectfully and said, "Miss Cherry, it was my young master Moore who asked me to come here. You saved my younger master. Both his father and he want to see you again. I wonder if you can go to the hospital with me."

"Moore?" Cherry was unfamiliar with this name, "Is he Mr. Peter He's son?"

"Yes."

It turned out that the young man she saved tonight was Moore He!

She was really disturbed this evening.

She thought for a while and said to Jacob behind her, "You can go back first. I'll go with him. He's injured. I have to make the thing clear. "

"Yes, it was Mr. Moore who clarified your suspicion to the police."

Although the man was respectful, it seemed that he was saying that Cherry can't get out of trouble without Moore's help.

She didn't like to hear that.

Therefore, she curled her lips and smiled, "Yes, I don't think such a rich family like the He Clan will punish the person who saved Moore's life."

'Son of a bitch! If I hadn't saved him, he would have died in the rubbish heap.'

She almost got into a lawsuit, but he behaved like he was doing her a favor.

'Do these rich people think everyone is their employee?'

Only then did the man in suit realize that he had made a slip of the tongue. He hurriedly said, "Miss Cherry, don't get me wrong. The first thing that Mr. Moore wakes up is to help you clear your grievances."

Well, let it be. It seemed that his young master could tell that she was wronged as soon as he woke up.

She didn't point it out. When she was about to get on the car, she was stopped by Jacob.

"Get in my car. I'll drive you there."

"You can go back now. You have been here for a whole night." She bit her lower lip.

He got in the car silently and left the door of the passenger seat open for her.

How could she forget?

He was a man of principle. How could he give in so easily?

He didn't start the car until she got into his car.

The car ran very steadily. The car of seven seats followed them closely. One in front and one behind, they drove into the hospital.

It hadn't started to light up because of the rain.

But the time had been early in the morning.

Cherry was worried, "How about you go back? You have to go to work tomorrow morning... It's good to go back and sleep for two hours. "

"I can sleep in the duty room of the hospital." Did he mean that he wouldn't go back?

"Are you so kind to everyone?" She was more asking herself than asking him.

Her voice was so low but he still heard it.

However, he didn't respond.

Moore didn't sleep well.

Although the door was only slightly opened, he had already opened his eyes quickly.

Although his face was pale, he didn't look weak.

He insisted and wanted to sit up. Cherry hurried forward and held him, "Mr. Moore, you are injured. Don't sit up."