Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 43

“Rosemary, should we call the police and get the law against her?” Tina said angrily.

“Do we have any proof that she kidnapped me? Besides, even if we had proof, the worst thing for her is being arrested now. They’ll bail her out in a while.” There was helpless in Rosemary’s eyes.

Tina was anxious. “Are we just going to call it a day?”

“Forget it, let’s leave it at that! I’m hungry. May I eat first?” Rosemary winked at her.

Tina still didn’t understand why things between the big families were so complicated. Rosemary was The Young Mrs. Grant anyway. How could they spare these people after she was kidnapped?

Rosemary remembered the moment she was about to pass out in that broken house when she saw a man in a mask saved her life. The man in the mask seemed to be the same person who rescued her when she was molested before she was married, but who was he?

She felt weird about everything that had happened recently, including the sex dream she had at night, and she felt like someone was staring at her.

Nathaniel came into the room after he had cleaned up and saw Rosemary sitting there in a daze, motionless as a wooden sculpture.

“Hi!” Nathaniel frowned and said, “Rosemary, what are you thinking? You were so absorbed that you didn’t even notice that I had come in.”

“No, nothing. I’m just trying to figure out what I’m going to tell my parents when I get home about what happened these two days.”

Nathaniel walked over to the bed and looked at her, “I don’t think you should tell them about it. After all, you are safe and sound right now, aren’t you?”

“Well, you’re right! So they wouldn’t worry.” Rosemary agreed.

After eating, Rosemary checked herself out at Nathaniel Meyer’s insistence, then she checked out and went home.

…

The night scenery was always colorful. It always brought a little peace to those who had had a busy day. And the busy bar was just getting started its day.

In a bar.

Deafening music blared merrily to the beat. The lights on the dance floor gave off a riot of colors, making people intoxicated.

In the VIP presidential suite at the top of the bar, a man who bore a striking resemblance to Nathaniel was sitting in front of him, a glass of brandy in his hand, a half-smile on his face.

Nathaniel sat across from him, looking restlessly at the man sitting across from him. If he hadn’t promised him, he wouldn’t be sitting here suffering.

“And you can’t take it anymore?” Said Vincent Meyer coldly.

Nathaniel curled his lips. “Why don’t you just say what you want, brother, and not make things so tense?”

Nathaniel, who had been the pet of the family since he was a child, was only five years younger than Vincent Meyer. Every time Nathaniel messed up out there, Vincent picked up the pieces. So he took it for granted over time.

Nathaniel grew up with a brilliant mind for business, but he didn’t like the rat race of business, so he chose acting. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, he had become a well-known superstar.