Regrets Come Too Late (Sierra and Johnny) novel Chapter 382

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Chapter 382

“Normally, I can.” John pulled his arm out of her hand, his face unreadable. “But if you agree on your own to give him your heart without thinking while you’re talking to him, I won’t be able to help you.”

Pamela thought back over their earlier conversation. They had only talked about ordinary, harmless things. But once she remembered how deep and calculating Solomon really was, she started to worry she had already walked into a trap.

“Have you decided what to do with them?” John shifted the topic, glancing at the two bodyguards assigned to her earlier.

“Just replace them.” Pamela had no courage to act up again.

John looked at the two men standing stiffly. “You heard her.”

The two bodyguards kept playing dumb. “We did nothing wrong. Why are we being replaced?”

“Do you want me to call Solomon and have him come pick up his people?” John cut straight through the act, not caring about their pride at all.

The two bodyguards froze as shock flashed across their faces. How did John know they worked for Solomon? Questions spun through their heads, but they did not voice a single question and walked out on their own.

“It’s done now.” John looked back at Pamela. “Get some sleep. I’m heading back.”

“You’re not staying?” Pamela asked.

John bit his lip and stayed silent.

Pamela rushed to justify herself. “I’m a little scared now. I’m afraid Solomon’s people will come to take my heart in the middle of the night.”

“We live in a country of law and order. Solomon isn’t some criminal, either,” John said coolly. He chose to ignore the fear on her face. “As long as you don’t contact him, none of that has a chance to happen.”

Pamela still wanted to say more, but John simply gave a few brief instructions to the servants before leaving.

Watching John’s car disappear in the distance, Pamela slowly curled her hands into fists at her sides. A weight settled in her chest.

It wasn’t as if she had not noticed how John was getting more and

more superficial with her.

Before, he would humor her every mood and whim. Now, he wouldn’t even stay when she said she was afraid.

He was the one who said he would take care of her. Yet, he hadn’t done a single thing.

The more Pamela thought about it, the more her eyes filled with dark, sour emotion.

The sudden buzz of her phone sounded. She wasn’t going to answer the call, but when she saw who was calling, she frowned deeply.

She went back to the bedroom and picked it up. “Dr. Yates.”

“Ms. Sanders.” A young male voice came through, light and easy. “Long time no see.”

A bad feeling rose in Pamela’s chest. “What do you want?”

They had gone their separate ways once the surgery was done. A call out of nowhere now could not mean anything good.

“Someone came to me and asked if I had ever treated a woman named Pamela Sanders yesterday,” the young doctor said slowly. “I said I didn’t remember and needed to think about it. Tell me, is it better if I remember or not?”

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