Telling Lies, loving you novel Chapter 200

Scott couldn't help looking out of the window, but the next second he opened the door and rushed out!

Because he saw his Michelle there

"Michelle!"

He anxiously pushed through the crowd and ran towards her. He pulled her into his arms and felt the coldness of her body.

"It's okay." He knew she was afraid.

At this time, the police came over, looked at the two people who were hugging, and said, "Miss, you are the first witness to the dead. We want you to go to the police station to make a record."

Michelle's body was still trembling. Scott took off his coat and put it on her. Then he held her in his arms and said to the police, "I'm her husband. I'll go with you."

"Okay." The policeman took a look at Scott, and then looked at Michelle, who was in a daze, and nodded.

After getting in the car, Scott turned up the air conditioner first. Michelle sat in the back seat, curling up weakly. She looked so hopeless.

After arriving at the police station, Scott accompanied her to take notes.

Facing the police's questions, Michelle answered in the same reply all the time, "that woman rushed out from front of me. She rushed out..."

Seeing that he couldn't get any answers from Michelle, the police asked Scott to take her away.

After returning home, Michelle was still in a daze. Seeing her like this, Scott was very worried.

He knew that feeling.

"It's okay. It's past." He tried to comfort her, but Michelle didn't respond.

"Scott, I..." Michelle sat on the sofa and hugged herself. She felt herself dirty, really dirty. She had planned to commit suicide, but when she saw someone die in front of her, she was scared to death.

So far, she could even see the woman lying in the blood looking at herself. Her widen eyes seemed to warn her.

Thinking of this, Michelle felt that her head was stabbed by many long needles, and it was like a bomb exploding. Her head ached extremely and went blank. She held her head with her hands and squatted on the ground in pain, screaming.

"Ah!"

Scott rushed out of the kitchen, put down the plate in his hands and rushed over.

He squatted beside her and held her in his arms so that she could feel the temperature from him.

"It's okay. Be good. I'm here. No one dares to hurt you in the future."

His eyes were full of guilt and pain. Michelle frowned and muttered with a pale face. Her voice was so low that Scott couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

At this moment, Michelle tightly grasped Scott's shirt, as if she was in a dream. Scott gently patted Michelle's back and looked down to stare at her.

He lifted her up and rushed into the bathroom. He took off her clothes and washed her body with warm water, because he knew that she must be very uncomfortable now.

"No I'm dirty. Don't touch me... "

Looking down at the hickey on her body, Michelle pushed away Scott subconsciously and leaned against the cold wall with her hands holding herself.

She shook her head and widened her eyes, looking at Scott with a vague expression.

"Michelle, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I hurt you. Can you forgive me? " When she said that, Scott knew that she cared about that thing.

He wanted to explain that he was the man with her that night, but now no matter what he said, she didn't listen.

The pain in her body and the stimulation of the car accident caused her brain to be in a mess. The two scenes appeared alternately, making her unable to figure out what she was doing and where she was for a while.

She only knew that she was afraid.

Scott pulled her into his arms and let her wet his clothes. He looked down at her, reached out to touch her long hair, and kissed her eyes.

When she fell asleep, Scott held her tightly, fearing that she would overthink. He didn't close his eyes until she fell asleep.

The next day.

When Michelle woke up, she looked at the dazzling white ceiling above her head and blinked uncomfortably. What happened yesterday was still vivid in her mind, and countless scenes flashed through her mind like a movie.

She sat up from the bed and looked at everything in the room. She held her head painfully again.

"Ah!"

With the breakfast he just bought in his hand, Scott heard the sound from the house as soon as he entered. He threw away the things in his hands in a hurry and rushed to the bedroom!

The moment he pushed the door open, everything in the room fell to the ground. Hearing the voice behind her, Michelle also stopped what she was doing. She slowly turned her head, gasped for breath and looked at Scott, but did not speak.

"What do you think?"

Michelle lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. Her breath was steady, which made people feel relieved.

The doctor took a look at Scott and then went out, followed by Scott.

The door of the room was closed, and the servants were around the bed to take care of Michelle, which made Scott calm down. He looked at the man in front of him and asked anxiously, "what happened?"

"Miss. Michelle has suffered a lot. I don't think she can recover from it in a short time." The doctor said sadly.

Of course, Scott had predicted this result. In order to be received better treatment, he took Michelle home. But when he heard what the doctor said, his heart missed a beat.

"She has to recuperate slowly. You'd better not let her think of those things, or the consequences will be more serious." The doctor looked at the silent Scott and knew that he was sad.

Before leaving, he reminded him. After all, Michelle was not in a good condition now.

After he went back to the room, Scott wanted the people beside him to leave. He sat on the edge of the bed, and the face was full of grief. He smoothed the hair hanging in front of Michelle's forehead, stretched out his strong arms and held her in his arms, trying to transfer all the temperature of his body to her.

"I'm sorry, Michelle. I'll make you better."

Scott's eyebrows were full of sadness, and his long curled eyelashes blinked desperately, forcing the tears back. He rested his head on Michelle's head and gently kissed her black hair.

Smelling the scent of Scott, Michelle suddenly felt sleepy and slowly closed her eyes.

After dealing with the matter, Emily and Walter also rushed to the villa. Emily rushed upstairs first, and Walter followed her worriedly.

"Michelle! How is she? "

Emily looked at Scott in panic. She saw that Scott didn't say anything but put his hand on his mouth to make a gesture of silence. Then he stood up and walked out of the room.

With a sad face, Scott led them to his study. Normally, this study was a forbidden area and ordinary people couldn't enter it.

"She's in a terrible condition. Her mind is in a mess. She doesn't even know what she's doing."

"How could this be?" Emily and Walter looked at each other.

Without saying anything, Scott sat on the sofa helplessly. He held his head and looked very upset. Emily lowered her head, lost in thought. She knew that Michelle had been drugged, but now it seemed that the pill was probably mixed with other ingredients.