With a smile on her lips, she gradually drifted into slumber.
Watching this little giant, Charles Northwood sighed in relief and instructed the driver to start driving.
The destination was Charles Northwood’s Studio Room Apartnt.
In the car, Charles Northwood had already called Fiona Sutton, so when he carried Nia Mitchell back, Fiona wasn’t the least bit surprised.
"Is she asleep?"
Fiona Sutton frowned at Nia Mitchell, her face full of concern.
Being kidnapped, she must have been terrified.
"Yeah, she didn’t sleep well at all on the way."
Charles Northwood nodded, placing Nia Mitchell onto the large bed in the Bedroom.
"You stay here with her, she often has dreams. I’ll go take a shower first."
Fiona Sutton frowned, trying hard to suppress the surge of nausea.
Why did she seem to sll blood on Charles Northwood?
Finding it hard to believe, Fiona nodded, but cautiously scrutinized Charles Northwood.
Her eyes widened instantly; Charles Northwood, dressed in white, showed clear stains, and if she wasn’t mistaken, his sleeve cuff was stained with blood.
......
Who exactly is Charles Northwood?
Fiona Sutton always thought he wasn’t simple, and now she’s even more convinced.
If he were an ordinary person, how could he rescue Nia Mitchell?
How could he have gotten blood on him?
Many questions erged, and she sat absentmindedly by the bed, watching the sleeping Nia Mitchell.
"Nia."
She murmured her na, reaching out to hold her hand.
As if feeling the strength from her, Nia Mitchell’s tightly knotted brow relaxed considerably.
Charles Northwood showered quickly, appearing in about ten minutes.
"Is she okay?"
His eyes full of concern, Fiona heard him and nodded, then gestured for him to join her outside.
In the Living Room, Fiona sat on the sofa, grabbing a pillow to hug her stomach.
"Charles Northwood, are you hiding sothing from us?"
She hoped Charles Northwood would say it himself; she didn’t want to ask more.
"What do you an?"
Charles Northwood clearly didn’t intend to speak, as his future work wouldn’t allow him to.
"Charles Northwood, are we really friends?"
Why is everyone becoming so unfamiliar?
Fiona sat there, her eyes full of longing.
She hoped Charles Northwood would tell her the truth; she didn’t want to be deceived.
Charles Northwood took a deep breath, the smile still on his face, he finally shook his head.
"I don’t know what you’re trying to ask,"
Hearing this, Fiona sat there disappointed.
"I understand. Clearly, in your heart, I, Fiona, an nothing. In your eyes, there is only ever Nia Mitchell, only her."
This ti, it must have been dangerous, to just rush forward like that.
And to keep it from her.
Fiona sat there, her face full of disappointnt.
"I don’t care about you guys anymore. If you want to hide, then hide. If you want to deceive, then deceive. I, Fiona, was blind."
Fiona shouted in anger, thinking about how Nia Mitchell previously hid her marriage from herself, her stomach was full of fire.
No one likes being deceived, and Fiona’s straightforward nature dislikes it even more.
"Anyhow, I’m planning to go back to D City, you two can do as you like."
Saying this, Fiona imdiately headed back to the Bedroom, grabbed her pre-packed luggage, and walked out.
"Fiona, I’m really tired, please don’t stir things up."
Charles Northwood reached out and stopped Fiona, speaking with great fatigue.
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