When Love Turns to Ashes (Beatrice and Caden) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382 

“If one is not crazy, how could…” 

Pitter–patter, the rain heavily pounded on the umbrella, but Beatrice didn’t hear anything. She just raised her gaze and glanced at the umbrella suddenly extending above her head. 

Keith held a large umbrella for the two of them and said with concern, “Mr. Caden, the autumn rain is chilly, and your previous illness hasn’t been long gone. Ms. Lindsey also has a weak constitution.” 

Caden frowned as he looked at the drenched Beatrice and said, “Get in the car.” 

“Let go! I won’t go! Uncle Caden! Don’t forget, everything has nothing to do with you!” Beatrice emphasized the words “Uncle Caden‘. “I shouldn’t have expected any kind words to come out of your mouth.” 

“Ah!” 

Beatrice was lifted directly onto Caden’s shoulders and they walked towards the car. 

As he was leaving, Caden cast a gloomy glance at Keith. 

Keith couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the umbrella handle out of fear. 

What did he do wrong? 

Didn’t they fear catching a cold? 

After getting in the car, Keith immediately took out the medicine box. 

“Mr. Caden, your hand…” 

As he was about to speak up to 

He nodded his head and said, “Yes.” 

and wiped the blood off his palm. towel from the side cabinet “It’s fine, she’s weak.” Caden casually grabbed a 

if this was considered normal. wondered and red 

in shock, towel Keith looked at the rapidly 

rapidly turning 

remind, he met Caden’s meaningful gaze, instantly understanding what Caden meant. 

Handing over the medicine box, Keith immediately turned around and considerately turned on the heater before closing the partition 

After cleaning 

With a turn of his gaze, 

the 

wound, Caden quickly wrapped 

he 

it with gauze, temporarily stopping 

looked at Beatrice huddled in the corner. 

the 

bleeding. 

She buried her face in her Levealing her slender white neck, with a mist of water vapor clinging to her skin, like a peeled lychee, glistening like jade. 

But when he saw her trembling hand, his gaze deepened a bit. 

Caden reached out to grab her wrist, but she stiffened her arm and resisted him. 

Beatrice clutched her clothes, hiding the wound, and endured the pain as she said, “Drop me off at the subway station ahead, I can make my own way back.” 

She considered herself to have spoken with great dignity.