When they looked at each other, Kieran's eyes were cold and quiet, making a person flustering.
Sylvie avoided his eyes, "Thank you for tonight."
Looking at her dodging, Kieran had a smile on his handsome face. "In addition to thank you, do you have anything else to tell me?”
Sylvie nibbled her red lips.
At this moment, Kieran raised his hand and his long fingers suddenly fell on her collar button.
Sylvie’s pupils contracted. She quickly pressed down his big hand, alert, "What do you want to do?"
Kieran looked at her and sneered, and then he helped her to buckle the two open buttons, "What do you say? Have sex in the car?"
Sylvie never won in quarreling with him. She knew he was not a good mood become aggressive. He was good at humiliating others.
Sylvie was forced to retreat and became embarrassed, and her fair earlobes became red, "I want to go to the hospital to see Mila."
"Ok, we will be there in a minute."
Sylvie wanted to get up and away from his arms.
But the arm around her slender waist was strong as an iron band, now allowing her to leave. She moved slightly, which made the man frown and his hand pinched her waist.
Sylvie was therefore in pain and dared not move again.
At this time, the luxury business car drove on the highway, and the bright neon lights outside poured in the car through the polished windows, which made Kieran's handsome and delicate facial features gorgeous and beautiful.
His heart was too tight to breathe. He reached and tugged at his tie. "Remember what I told you?"
What?
Did he mean call him if she needed help?
Sylvie held tight her upper garment and made it become wrinkled. She had to make something clear, and she did not want to have an ambiguous relationship, "Mr. Kieran, I remember what you said. I admit I'm a bit recklessly tonight. If you had not arrived timely, it will have a bad consequence, but, I don't want to ask help from you, after all, our relationship is based on a peace agreement."
It was only based on a peace agreement.
Kieran darkened his eyes, "You really think so?"
Sylvie nodded, "Yes."
Kieran withdrew his arm, "You are ungrateful, now get away from my thigh!"
Sylvie had not seen he lose his temper, but he was now very terrible. Sylvie got up and sat to one side, trying to occupy too many space.
Kieran was pleased to see her being obediently. He asked her to get away, and she did get away. When did she become so obedient?
...
Neither of them spoke again, and half an hour later they arrived at the hospital.
Mila had been sent into the VIP ward and got injection. There was a heartbeat monitor, and a professional nurse was there to take care of her.
Sylvie knew that Kieran arranged it. He was a thoughtful, mature and wise man, who made her feel at ease and want to rely on him.
Mila was in a coma and had not woke up, the situation was not good.
Sylvie sat on the bedside holding Mila’s cold and old hand, feeling sad.
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