Chapter 1635
Jas Cunningham and his team had stayed in this area for several months, and their mission was to rescue a dical doctor.
This dical doctor was a highly skilled individual from Grearon, abducted by a group of experint subjects who brought him to their stronghold to assist in their experints.
Conrad Quincy had once ntioned that they were secretly investigating the follow-up incidents related to BDR and found that those escaped experint subjects, each acting on their own, were all doing the sa thing in different ways—researching an antidote.
Because of their past experiences, they wouldn’t easily trust others; they dared only to hide and conduct their research in secret.
It was one of their groups that had kidnapped the doctor.
They were supposed to complete their mission but, on the eve of their return ho, they suddenly discovered the doctor had disappeared along with Timmy Collins, prompting them to ask for their help.
Initially, Alexander Foster didn’t allow Chloe Collins to co in person, refusing no matter what.
Late, she simply took the initiative, secretly boarded a plane, and after that, the man had no strategy left and only followed with pent-up frustration.
She was in the wrong, she recognized her mistake, but she refused to change.
This wasn’t her being capricious; it was just that Timmy Collins was hard to ta and rarely fully obeyed anyone. She couldn’t rest easy if she didn’t go.
When they arrived at the hotel where they were staying, night had just fallen.
The hasty comings and goings of the people outside the car made for an odd sight.
She turned her head to look at the man next to her, wanting to chat with him, but noticed he was neither smiling nor speaking, his handso face slightly somber, obviously still brooding.
She reached out and tugged his sleeve, "Hey."
"Have soone deliver the food to the Room later, keep it light, and warm a cup of milk," he ordered his assistant about their next tasks, treating her as if she weren’t there, his tone cold.
The atmosphere was chilly, stiff.
Chloe Collins rolled her eyes and decided to grasp his palm, "Hey."
This gentle call didn’t move the man; it even showed a trace of aggravating his anger.
But he didn’t move his hand, didn’t shake hers off; he only held his phone, looking down, his thumb moving swiftly, seemingly discussing eting arrangents with Jas Cunningham’s group over text.
At that mont, Chloe Collins’ phone buzzed.
She glanced at it and saw it was a ssage from Maurice Willis at the front.
[Madam, you must call him ’husband’, or he will only get angrier.]
Chloe Collins recalled that indeed, she hadn’t called him anything just now.
Usually, she always addressed him by his full na, out of habit.
In the current situation, that na would likely add fuel to the fire.
Her phone buzzed again.
[Madam, act cutesy, he definitely won’t be able to resist that.]
Chloe Collins: "..."
She had never done such a thing before, nor did she know how to.
She put the phone back in her pocket, opened the door to get out herself, and at the sa ti, let go of his hand.
Hand inserted into pocket, empty and hollow.
With a sideward glance, she didn’t see anyone behind her.
So that tactic also failed...
In the past, he would’ve grasped her hand the mont she let go, then whispered a few gentle words, and that would’ve dispersed the anger like smoke.
Chloe Collins gazed at the opulent lobby, suddenly feeling aimless.
The man’s presence was drawing closer; he had followed after all.
She turned around, and there he was, not far behind her, his gaze from those icy eyes intently following her.
He remained silent, his handso face taut.
She didn’t speak either, and the two entered the Elevator together.
In the Elevator, each occupied a corner, neither uttering a word.
Before long, Chloe Collins heard his sigh, a very helpless exhalation.
——
(Goodnight)
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