President Williams Woos His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 40

Hearing this gentle but resigned voice, like a drowning man, Beth grabbed the man's clothes for help, and shrank into his arms.

She was hot, sweating all over her body.

The body of the person near her was cool but not cold, like jade, which people wanted to get close to.

His soft voice was pathetic.

Such a tone made Beth heartrending into tears.

Even if her consciousness was chaotic and fuzzy, she was still trying to hold on to the person.

The man was holding her, and his long fingers were caressing her moist hair.

“You are so stubborn, my little girl.”

The sound still rang out intermittently, “You'll get hurt.”

“Go back, my little girl.”

Beth was not clear whether this gentleness was her dream or the reality. She barely opened her eyes, but just could not see the scene in front of her.

“Who... are you?”

A hoarse voice of doubt crept through her throat.

Immediately afterward, someone’s hands covered her eyes.

She could see nothing.

In this daze, a word came back and forth in her chaotic mind.

“What should I do with you, my little girl?”

“Sorry, my little girl.”

He called over and over again, whose words were like soft feathers floating down to her injured heart.

The voice was as warm as a soft light of spring, which she was desperate to follow.

Time passed by. When she was unconscious, someone helped her take fever medication again, and then she fell asleep without knowing anything.

Too tired, she wanted to sleep.

She was tired.

She did not know how long she had slept in the man's arms. At dawn, she woke up and found no one around her.

The villa was horribly empty.

Lying on the sofa, Beth moved her finger stiffly.

Her eyes were somewhat hollow.

Was it a dream?

Otherwise, how could she hear such a gentle and caring voice?

Was it that boy?

He was comforting her.

Only he would call her his little girl.

Her eyes were wide open, which were clearly bloodshot. The chandelier overhead reflected in her eyes, and she burst into tears.

No boy.

Nothing.

It was nothing but a dream last night, and when she woke up, there was nothing.

The door of the villa was locked, and there was no trace of anyone coming.

The blood from the cut on the back of her hand had dried up and became black.

There was no one around her.