Chapter 450: 449 is jealous, she likes soone else Chapter 450: 449 is jealous, she likes soone else Cressida Jones was so engrossed in watching Tim Payne that she only snapped back to reality when the people around them started exclaiming in shock.
“Pain, pain—” Marigold Jones clutched the spot where a horse’s hoof had kicked her, crumpling to the ground, her body spasming and trembling slightly, the sll of blood gradually spreading, “Save, save my child!”
If she lost the child, the Jeans Family wouldn’t want her!
She reached out for Beckett Jeans, who was nearby, but he just stared at the subdued horse, afraid to co forward.
Cressida Jones gritted her teeth:
He’s absolutely useless.
And he harbored selfish thoughts; he wished the child inside Marigold would be lost.
That way, he could rid himself of this vile woman.
By now, the staff had already approached. To prevent accidents from falls, despite being during the New Year holiday, there was a doctor on duty 24 hours a day, who checked her condition, “Rib broken, needs imdiate dical attention.”
The sudden ergency threw the entire equestrian club into chaos, causing it to halt business.
Martin Yates hadn’t even had a chance to perform his equestrian skills when he heard that Cressida Jones had almost had an accident, sending a chill down his spine.
It was ant to be a leisure outing—who would have thought such an incident would occur.
The most crucial point was:
Marigold Jones accused first and actually called the police!
She claid that Cressida Jones colluded with the equestrian club staff to murder her and deliberately cause her miscarriage.
She was forced to go to the police station to aid in the investigation because many bystanders testified that Marigold was the provocateur and used moral coercion thereafter. Moreover, the staff had repeatedly warned her of the danger, but she stubbornly ignored the advice. The police also reviewed the surveillance footage, naturally releasing her shortly after.
However, with the back and forth, it was already evening by the ti she left the station.
Martin Yates and Tim Payne stayed with her throughout.
“Shall I treat you to a al?” Martin Yates felt quite sorry for her, since it was ant to be well-intentioned, but had turned into a ss.
“My grandmother is waiting for at ho, let treat you another day,” Cressida Jones said with a smile.
“Okay.” Martin Yates is straightforward, “Then let Tim take you ho, and we can et up another day.”
He was straightforward but also assertive, leaving her no chance to refuse.
Because equestrian club staff ntioned that, while helping the police review the footage, they found sothing special related to Cressida Jones and wanted to discuss it alone with him, Martin Yates did not personally see her off.
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Tim Payne was driving, with Cressida Jones in the passenger seat. It was only then that she felt not only her legs but also her chest aching sowhat due to the jolting from riding.
“…I never expected you to be able to ta horses?” Cressida Jones felt the atmosphere was awkward and spoke.
“I learned equestrian skills from my uncle for a few years, but then a family issue occurred, and I lost interest in it. Plus, studying design and having a busy academic schedule, I didn’t have spare ti, and I haven’t touched horses for many years.”
“I see.”
During the drive, Tim Payne received a call from his sister, inquiring about Cressida Jones’s situation.
“Everything’s fine now, I’m driving her ho.”
“That’s good; I was so scared.” Although Zoe Payne was distant, she witnessed everything and was probably still shaken.
“Are you okay? Do you want to check into a hospital?”
“Mr. Hale has already dragged to the hospital.” Zoe Payne sighed, feeling it was unnecessary, but William Hale, concerned she might be overly frightened during pregnancy and sothing might happen, insisted.
Tim Payne’s lips slightly curved, “Seeing a doctor is definitely the right move, just listen to him.”
“Are you my brother, or his?”
…
Cressida Jones silently listened to the siblings bicker, casting sidelong glances at the person beside her.
He was elegant and handso, and from his riding attire, one could tell he had a good figure. His hands on the steering wheel were distinct, slender, and long. She had never noticed before how even his hands were so attractive.
She took a deep breath:
Cressida Jones, you’re really done for.
Now he really found everything about him pleasing to the eye.
The car soon arrived at the apartnt building. Cressida Jones felt her legs and buttocks aching badly. She fumbled with the door handle, struggling to stand up, and bid farewell to Tim Payne, ready to go upstairs.
The collapsing event happened; the apartnt was in an old neighborhood without an elevator, and she had to climb the stairs.
Third floor, not too high, but with her current condition, even lifting her legs was a struggle. When she grabbed the handrail and stepped up three or five steps, she felt a sore, refreshing sensation that any girl who had run 800 ters in school could probably understand.
Just then, she heard a noise behind her, and before she could react, she felt a tight grip around her waist.
Her body suddenly felt lighter, and she was comfortably held in his arms.
Slling the familiar scent, she breathed shallowly, “Junior President Payne…”
“Mhm.” He responded faintly, carrying her up the stairs, seemingly unsteady. Afraid she was too heavy and worried about falling, Cressida’s heart tensed up.
“I rode a horse today, don’t have much strength. If you’re afraid of falling, you can hold onto ,” his voice was husky, close to her ear, low and enticing.
Cressida Jones responded in a low voice.
Extending her hand, cautiously, tentatively…
She timidly wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers unintentionally brushing past the back of his neck.
The cool touch sparked a slight stiffness in his body, yet also stirred a wave of warmth.
Their bodies were extrely close.
So close that she could clearly feel his breaths quick and heated, fanning her face and hair, and his heartbeat faintly audible, fast and intense.
When they reached the door, Tim Payne held her with one arm and rang the doorbell.
No response.
“Is grandmother not ho?” he asked softly.
Cressida Jones indicated him to put her down and took out the keys from her bag, her voice uneasy, “She might have gone out.”
After entering, the grandmother was indeed not present, and Cressida Jones politely asked, “Would you like a cup of water?”
It was a courtesy, and according to Tim Payne’s character, he should have declined.
However, he stepped into the door and said, “Then I won’t be polite.”
“…”
Since Cressida Jones was impeded, the task of getting water was handled by him. During this, a call from his uncle ca. He pressed the answer button only to hear Martin Yates ask, “Did you safely take that girl ho?”
“Mhm.”
“Is she not by your side?”
Tim glanced at the living room, Cressida Jones had already returned to the bedroom, seemingly to change her clothes. “No, what is it?”
“That girl, does she like Michale Shaw?”
While pouring water, Tim’s fingers trembled upon hearing this, hot water spilled from the cup’s edge, scalding his hand without him noticing, “What did you say?”
“I saw a surveillance video at the horse farm, it showed her having an argunt with Beckett Jeans, does she like that Shaw Family boy?”
The video did not clearly show facial expressions, but after Beckett Jeans’s inquiry, she did not refute.
Tim’s fingers clenched tightly, as if trying to crush the glass.
“I’m not sure about her matters,” his voice was cold.
Martin Yates nodded, “That’s right, you two aren’t very familiar; I suppose you wouldn’t know.”
“I would have thought she’d like soone with a personality like you or William, how could she be interested in that Shaw Family boy?”
“Although Michale Shaw usually seems irresponsible, he is quite reliable when it matters and doesn’t have any romantic affairs, he’s a decent person.”
“Just, his personality is a bit like Wyatt’s. Being around him for a long ti, one might find him annoying.”
…
Tim Payne didn’t catch what his uncle said afterwards because Cressida Jones had co out from the bedroom, and he hurriedly hung up the phone.
Could it be, she really likes Michale Shaw?
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