CHAPTER 88: CHAPTER 88: PLAYING WITH KINKS?

His eyes still held an unyielding chill, and his grim gaze shocked Evelyn Clayton into silence.

Was this really the carefree James Grant she knew?

Seeing her not respond, James Grant thought she was seriously hurt, and directly scooped her up in his arms.

"I’ll take you to the hospital."

"I’m not injured."

But in the next second, she was held firmly against James Grant’s chest.

"I’ll have the doctor check you first, and then I’ll deal with those bastards."

It was the first time Evelyn heard him swear.

The door creaked open, and in came Jasper Grant.

Seeing James Grant holding a scantily clad Evelyn Clayton, he awkwardly scratched his head, regretting his hasty entrance.

"Brother, they ran away."

James Grant turned slightly, skillfully blocking Jasper’s view.

"I’ll find someone to investigate."

Evelyn didn’t expect Jasper to come, and instinctively clutched James’s collar tighter.

"Don’t be afraid, he brought me to find you. I’ll take you back first."

Without having the doctor examine her, James was still uneasy.

After going through this ordeal, Evelyn was so exhausted that she couldn’t even speak, deciding to let James have his way.

She didn’t want to think, only wishing to lie in a soft, comfortable bed and sleep away the nightmare-like experience.

James held her close and gestured for Jasper to go start the car.

In the car, Jasper glanced in the rearview mirror, observing James gazing deeply at the person in his arms.

A dark glint passed in his otherwise ink-black eyes, but he didn’t ask questions.

After getting out of the car, James carried Evelyn inside, leaving behind only a word of thanks.

"Brother, I’m so tired and thirsty."

James didn’t even turn his head, "There’s a convenience store a kilometer away, go get something yourself."

"..."

Evelyn fell asleep in the car.

Her breathing was as soft as a newborn kitten’s, and James had to lean in to hear it.

"Ding——" The elevator opened, and James entered the apartment.

As soon as he turned on the living room light, she fussed.

"Too bright, uh——turn it off!"

James immediately turned off the main lights, leaving only a few wall fixtures on.

She pouted and returned to her dreams.

James furrowed his brows slightly, gently pinching her nose.

Unfazed, Evelyn stayed curled against him, peacefully asleep, her delicate face illuminated by the soft light, with a faint blush that made her look tempting, like a ripe apple.

Afraid to wake her, James opted to text his private doctor Flynn Thorne instead of calling.

Flynn, thinking James was ill, rushed over, only to receive a second message upon nearing James’s home:

The door’s unlocked, come in directly, don’t ring the bell.

"What kind of request is that?"

Flynn was puzzled, but complied.

Upon entering James’s living room, he immediately understood the peculiar request.

At first glance, Flynn almost burst out laughing.

There sat James in the dark, upright, holding something, not daring to turn on the lights or make any sound, even setting his phone screen to the lowest brightness.

"Director Grant, why are you home acting like a thief?"

As he spoke up, James immediately shot him a sharp look.

"Keep it down."

Flynn pouted and approached with the medicine box, lowering his voice, "Where are you feeling unwell?"

"Examine her."

Only then did Flynn notice James was holding someone.

The woman was wrapped in James’s coat, sleeping, her small face very pale.

He immediately thought of something untoward.

Could it be that Director Grant was playing rough and ended up hurting her?