Enrique didn’t answer her and stretched out his hand to press her little head into his embrace, forceful but gentle.
"If you are tired, just sleep for a while."
His low and charming voice was so gentle that Christy’s eyes turned red as soon as she heard his words, and she felt warm in her heart.
His appearance just now was like God coming.
She put her red and swollen little face into his chest, with two hands gripping tightly his shirt, sobbing with tears flowing down.
She was crying for herself.
Crying for her unworthiness and for her blind eyes.
Hearing her crying, Clifton, who was driving, frowned and sighed deeply.
Enrique moved his arms to hug her more tightly, and a trace of danger flashed by in his dark eyes as if he had made some decision.
Christy fell asleep while crying in his embrace.
Clifton answered a phone call on the way. After consulting Enrique, he drove the car to the LN Royal Hotel.
It was almost eleven o’clock when they got out of the car.
When he held Christy into the magnificent hotel lobby, the hotel manager, reception personnel and waiters immediately came over respectfully.
The manager was more serious and respectful, "Mr. Terrell."
Enrique ignored them, but held Christy into the exclusive elevator in quick steps and went directly to the Top President Suite.
The suite on the top floor was exclusive for him, with one master bedroom, three secondary bedrooms, living room, bar counter, kitchen, study, gym, separate oversized cloakroom, swimming pool, hanging garden and large terrace, etc.
The door of the suite was with a biometric access control system. Enrique held Christy and stood there for a few seconds and then the door opened.
When he was about to walk in, Boone’s voice came from behind.
"Mr. Terrell, should we continue to find the girl eight years ago?"
"Boone, you are talking nonsense! We must continue to find her. Right? Mr. …"
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