Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 88: Playing with Kinks?

His eyes still held an unyielding chill, and his grim gaze shocked Evelyn Clayton into silence.

Was this really the carefree Jas Grant she knew?

Seeing her not respond, Jas Grant thought she was seriously hurt, and directly scooped her up in his arms.

"I’ll take you to the hospital."

"I’m not injured."

But in the next second, she was held firmly against Jas Grant’s chest.

"I’ll have the doctor check you first, and then I’ll deal with those bastards."

It was the first ti Evelyn heard him swear.

The door creaked open, and in ca Jasper Grant.

Seeing Jas Grant holding a scantily clad Evelyn Clayton, he awkwardly scratched his head, regretting his hasty entrance.

"Brother, they ran away."

Jas Grant turned slightly, skillfully blocking Jasper’s view.

"I’ll find soone to investigate."

Evelyn didn’t expect Jasper to co, and instinctively clutched Jas’s collar tighter.

"Don’t be afraid, he brought to find you. I’ll take you back first."

Without having the doctor examine her, Jas was still uneasy.

After going through this ordeal, Evelyn was so exhausted that she couldn’t even speak, deciding to let Jas have his way.

She didn’t want to think, only wishing to lie in a soft, comfortable bed and sleep away the nightmare-like experience.

Jas held her close and gestured for Jasper to go start the car.

In the car, Jasper glanced in the rearview mirror, observing Jas gazing deeply at the person in his arms.

A dark glint passed in his otherwise ink-black eyes, but he didn’t ask questions.

After getting out of the car, Jas carried Evelyn inside, leaving behind only a word of thanks.

"Brother, I’m so tired and thirsty."

Jas didn’t even turn his head, "There’s a convenience store a kiloter away, go get sothing yourself."

"..."

Evelyn fell asleep in the car.

Her breathing was as soft as a newborn kitten’s, and Jas had to lean in to hear it.

"Ding——" The elevator opened, and Jas entered the apartnt.

As soon as he turned on the living room light, she fussed.

"Too bright, uh——turn it off!"

Jas imdiately turned off the main lights, leaving only a few wall fixtures on.

She pouted and returned to her dreams.

Jas furrowed his brows slightly, gently pinching her nose.

Unfazed, Evelyn stayed curled against him, peacefully asleep, her delicate face illuminated by the soft light, with a faint blush that made her look tempting, like a ripe apple.

Afraid to wake her, Jas opted to text his private doctor Flynn Thorne instead of calling.

Flynn, thinking Jas was ill, rushed over, only to receive a second ssage upon nearing Jas’s ho:

The door’s unlocked, co in directly, don’t ring the bell.

"What kind of request is that?"

Flynn was puzzled, but complied.

Upon entering Jas’s living room, he imdiately understood the peculiar request.

At first glance, Flynn almost burst out laughing.

There sat Jas in the dark, upright, holding sothing, not daring to turn on the lights or make any sound, even setting his phone screen to the lowest brightness.

"Director Grant, why are you ho acting like a thief?"

As he spoke up, Jas imdiately shot him a sharp look.

"Keep it down."

Flynn pouted and approached with the dicine box, lowering his voice, "Where are you feeling unwell?"

"Examine her."

Only then did Flynn notice Jas was holding soone.

The woman was wrapped in Jas’s coat, sleeping, her small face very pale.

He imdiately thought of sothing untoward.

Could it be that Director Grant was playing rough and ended up hurting her?