Lawrence Ellis sits on the driving seat and starts the engine and drives towards the distance.
Justin Wood, who stands a short distance away and witnesses the scene, hurriedly walks over, and helps the man, who is covering his penis with his hands and is sweating and groaning because of the pain, to sit down on a bench beside.
Justin Wood takes out a tissue and hands it to him, and says in a clam voice, “There is an old saying that ‘even an upright official finds it hard to settle a family quarrel’. You’d better not meddle in their household affairs; otherwise, you will only have a miserable fate, just as what you suffered just now. Emm, do you need to go to the hospital? I can give you a drive.”
“Go away!” The man is irritated and roars. Justin Wood shrugs his shoulders and leaves.
Nancy Moore sits in the car with her back straight. She clears her throat and then asks, “Where are we going?”
Just then, Hanson rushed to the doctor and grabbed his arm anxiously, saying, “I don’t care! If you can’t save him, you will have to face the consequences!” Hanson said seriously. Justin stopped him immediately when he saw Hanson lost his temper.
“To the crime scene. We will end this accident at the place where it started.”
“Crime scene?” Nancy Moore is completely confused and feels that Lawrence Ellis is pretending to be mysterious. When the car stops in front of a familiar hotel, she finally understands his words.
It turns out to be the place where she forced Lawrence Ellis to have sex with her last month!
When Lawrence Ellis is about to get off the car, Nancy Moore grasps his hand, begging, “Young Master, Mr. Ellis, I was wrong. Please don’t be too hard on me this time and show me some mercy!”
“Are you pregnant?” When asking the question, Lawrence Ellis looks horribly sullen. He sulks when thinking that this woman is so eager to find the other man.
“Emm, although I am pregnant, it is not your child.” Nancy Moore raises her head and refutes it. She is worried that if he finds that it is his child, he would force her to have an abortion…No, no way! So she will never admit it!
“I haven’t asked you who the child’s father is, why are you so eager to refute it?” Lawrence Ellis casts off her hand, walks over and opens the door, and then pulls her out of the car. He feels very impatient and irritated.
“All right, then why did you shown up in that western restaurant? Did you… follow me?” Nancy Moore slightly squints, but she soon denies this idea in her mind after a second thought.
What’s the need for a rich young master to follow a poor middle-aged woman?
“I happened to pass by it. Otherwise, I won’t find that you are so thirsty for a man. You even met with that ugly and indecent man.” Lawrence doesn’t know why he is more and more jealous as he blurts out these words, so he stops talking and pulls her towards the hotel.
Lawrence Ellis pauses, thinking what she said just now is really incredible. He frowns and says, “You can have a try.”
When finishing these words, he uses more strength to pull Nancy Moore.
As a cornered beast will do something desperate, Nancy Moore is so anxious yet has no other choices, so she closes her eyes and shouts, “Help! Someone is harassing me! Help!”
Although many onlookers are attracted by her shouts and cries, Lawrence Ellis doesn’t let go of her; he even pulls her into his arms and hooks his arm around her neck, threatening her in a low voice, “If you don’t want me to post the photo I took just now and your naked photos on the Internet, you’d better shut up!”
Nancy Moore immediately closes her mouth and dares not to say a word, thinking, “What a devil young hunk!”
Lawrence Ellis smiles faintly, holds her hand and walks towards the reception, and then he says to the receptionist, “Suite 802, thank you.”
Nancy Moore is so nervous that her heart trembles. Isn’t it the room in which she slept with him on that night?
Does he want to repeat the same thing? Or is he taking this chance to take revenge on her?
“I am sorry sir. A guest has checked in Suite 802. Can I arrange another suite for you?” The receptionist apologizes.
“I just want this one.” When saying these willful words, Lawrence Ellis throws a VIP golden card on the desk, adding, “If I cannot check in this suite one hour later, then just call your manager to see me.”
At the moment the receptionist sees the golden card, cold sweats stream down her forehead. She hurriedly apologizes, “I am sorry sir. Please follow me and have a rest in the lounge. I will arrange it for you.”