Jose Floyd’s body visibly stiffened, his warm hand tightly gripping hers, filled with attachnt and reluctance.
She wasn’t a woman who would act coy; even when she was obedient at his side, she wasn’t much for coquetry. What she said next, and her tone, made Jose Floyd’s body tremble, his eyes shocked.
Nicole grabbed Jose Floyd’s hand, her face helpless and sorrowful, her pale lips slightly parted, her voice weak and pleading: "Don’t leave , don’t leave ..."
Jose Floyd didn’t know why, but as he looked at the face of the person on the bed, sothing inside him moved, softening considerably.
Jose Floyd reached out, covering those fair and soft hands, giving a comforting pat, and his lips unexpectedly curled into a faint smile.
But his smile hadn’t lingered for five seconds before it was rcilessly shattered.
Nicole clutched the hand in her palm even tighter, her brows knitted with anxiety and confusion: "Don’t go, Wade, don’t leave alone..."
Jose Floyd’s smile froze, and his eyes instantly turned to ice, glaring at the person on the bed.
"Wade, don’t go, I want nothing else, I won’t study anymore. Wade, don’t go, Wade..."
The person holding his hand continued to call another man’s na, Jose Floyd’s brow furrowed with a cold edge as he looked down at the sleeping, dreaming face before him.
On her pale face, so anxious and sorrowful, a drop of crystal slid down—tears unexpectedly fell from her eyes, landing right on Jose Floyd’s heart.
Jose Floyd instinctively pulled his hand back, only to have Nicole grip it even more tightly.
"Wade, without you, what will I do... Wade... don’t leave , please..."
Her rare vulnerability was for the sake of another man; her fragility and helplessness were pleas to keep another man, and Jose Floyd’s face was as dark as a cold pool.
Nothing but ice and cold.
Anger rose in Jose Floyd’s eyes as he flung Nicole’s hand away and coldly strode with long legs to open the door.
Camden, who had been waiting outside the door, saw it open and imdiately bowed his head: "Young master."
"Throw her out and get Ariel Morris to take her away!" Jose Floyd said coldly.
Camden paused for a mont, quickly realizing who the ’her’ young master referred to, and imdiately walked into the room to take the sleeping Nicole out.
As Camden was about to close the door after taking Nicole, there was a loud bang as the door was slamd shut.
Camden’s gaze fell on Nicole in his grasp.
It’s for the best that the young master is tired of you; otherwise, it will only cause him harm in the end! Nicole, let’s hope you have nothing more to do with the young master in the future, or I won’t let you off!
In the living room, Ariel Morris was chatting with Jorge Saxton and Jose Floyd when Camden brought Nicole over, placing the sleeping Nicole right beside Ariel Morris.
Ariel Morris: "...What’s the aning of this? Camden, what does Jose Floyd an now?"
Camden bowed his head in response: "Miss Ariel, the young master wants you to take Miss Seys back."
Ariel Morris was silent for a mont, then sneered, "Just now I wanted to take her, but they wouldn’t allow it. Now they’re throwing her at to take away. Is Jose Floyd out of his mind with such inconsistency?"
Camden said nothing, turning directly to head up to the third floor.
Ariel Morris felt powerless to complain, reached out to check the temperature on Nicole’s forehead, and seeing that her fever had subsided a lot, felt reassured.
Jorge Saxton glanced at his sister, who wasn’t in a good mood, elegantly smiled, and chose a topic to start a conversation: "Ariel, when do you plan to marry Arlo Seys?"
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