The Good Girl's Revenge novel Chapter 49

Meredith was carried into the car, and she could feel Derek's body temperature from where the two of them came into contact. It was mild and warm, and it made her want to indulge in it and not to wake up.

However, a moment later, she came to her senses, reached out, and pulled the man's clothes on his chest, "Put me down. I can walk by myself."

Derek glanced at Meredith. Her face was as pale as a piece of paper. Because of the cold, her lips had already lost their healthy red sheen and had an unhealthy purplish-green color. However, her eyes were still bright and full of stubbornness.

What was this woman trying to do? How could she walk now?

Derek frowned and said in an unhappy tone, "Why are you being pretentious?"

It was rare for him to treat a woman so gently, but Meredith did not seem to care.

"I... I, I smell." Meredith said awkwardly. The water that Clara had just splashed on her was dirty and smelled awful. How could a clean freak like Derek stand it?

Moreover, his clothes were also custom-made, and she couldn't afford to pay for them if they were dirty and smelly because of her.

Derek's already dark face turned colder. Meredith was ready to be thrown down, but the man holding her only quickened his steps and threw her directly into the car seat.

"They splashed dirty water on you?"

Even Derek was well informed but had never seen such a thing. She poured cold sewage on her own daughter in the middle of winter?

Were they family or enemies?

Meredith did not speak, and the smile on her lips became a little more self-deprecating. This kind of thing seemed like a fantasy to outsiders, but she was already used to it.

No one would believe it if she told them about it, or just said to her that "if you didn't do it wrong, why would they do this to you?"

Over time, Meredith stopped telling others these things.

Derek looked at the woman in the rearview mirror. She was indeed smiling, but the despair in that smile was suffocating. His heart seemed to stop for a moment.

"Next time, don't go back there alone." Derek looked away and looked at the road in front of him.

For the first time, he felt that he had never actually known Meredith before. He was so preconceived that he regarded her as a woman who was not worth paying attention to.

Perhaps things were not as simple as he had imagined.

...

The car was moving smoothly and the heater was running well. Meredith soon felt the warmth return to her body.

As soon as she was warm, she could only feel that she could hardly keep her eyes open. A wave of drowsiness came over her. She tried to stay awake, but she could not resist the fatigue from the depths of her body and fell asleep with her body tilted.

Derek parked his car at the hospital.

He wasn't sure if Meredith would catch a cold, so he sent her straight to the hospital.

Meredith did not notice that the car had stopped. She was sleeping soundly. Derek looked at the sleeping woman. Her slender body was huddled in the back seat, tightly wrapped in the suit jacket he had just given her. She looked pitiful.

Once in a while, Derek took pity on her and did not wake her up. Instead, he gently reached out his hands, took Meredith off the car seat, and walked into the hospital.