Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 64

This man was so narcissistic and he misunderstood...

Rosemary said to Ellen with a charming smile, “You may be overthinking it. I’m just trying to be nice, in case you think I’m mean.”

“Miss Harris, haven’t you heard that explanation is cover-up?” Ellen was still cold, as if she was having trouble getting a word out.

Well…

Was he saying she just had a thing for him? How could he be so shameless?

Ellen’s body, temperament, and even the sexy lips behind the mask were perfect, but that didn’t necessarily mean she was attracted to him.

No wonder it was often said that men could be very shameless...

Joseph was happy to see Rosemary get crushed. She was kind of shooting herself in the foot.

Tina turned to Rosemary and whispered, “Rosemary, forget it! I think we’re gonna turn into ice sculptures.”

“No way! You’re not gonna give in, are you?” Rosemary said, pursing her lips.

Tina looked at Rosemary and took a deep breath.

Rosemary thought she needed to process it right now, because how else could her tiny heart handle such an aura?

“Joseph, can you tell me about Wilson?” Rosemary asked casually.

Joseph was stunned for a moment, then smiled and asked, “Why do you suddenly want to ask about Wilson?”

Rosemary picked up a bunch of vegetables from the hot pot and put them in her mouth, mumbling, “I just want to know something about him so I can do something about it.”

“Do something?”

Joseph looked at Rosemary blankly, wondering what she meant.

Ellen narrowed his pretty eyes and looked at Rosemary.

Rosemary put down her chopsticks, looked at Joseph and said, “Because Wilson’s doctor Edmund told me that talking to Wilson about his past can stimulate his brain. It’ll give him a better chance of waking up.”

“Oh, I see!” Joseph Flower looked at Ellen and said thoughtfully.

“Actually, Ellen knows more about Wilson than I do. The two of them were seeing each other a lot before Wilson’s accident, so you might as well just ask him.”

Joseph took a sip of tea from the table.

Rosemary looked at Ellen, then turned to Joseph and said, “I think Mr. Ellen would prefer you to talk?”

As soon as she said that, Ellen’s cold voice came.

“Miss Harris, just ask me if you need to know anything, and I’ll thank you for the dinner today.”

Rosemary looked at Tina helplessly, hoping she could help her out.

Tina lowered her head and pretended not to see Rosemary‘’s eyes for help, and continued to eat the meat in her bowl.

Did she make some kind of bad friend? How could she not help her when it really mattered?

“Cough…”

“Mr. Ellen, May I ask, how did Wilson get into the accident?”

Rosemary took the plunge and asked a random question.