Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Samuel and the Shadow Alliance guards he'd brought with him all felt that they must be hallucinating!

The guards rubbed at their eyes immediately, some even going so far as to smack themselves, but the supposed hallucination remained.

"What exactly is going on, Mr. Jackson?"

"That's right! Why is the boss..."

This bastard with a death wish who'd come knocking on their gates had blown up their arms factory and casino. Shouldn't their boss hate him immensely? Shouldn't their boss immediately want to put him to death?

Why was he down on one knee rubbing the enemy's leg now?

Samuel was also completely stunned, his eyes so wide they looked as if they might just fall out.

What was Wilson doing?

In all his years serving at his side, he'd never seen Wilson treat anyone other than Yvette with such gentleness. Furthermore, the other party was a guy!

But what made the Shadow Alliance members even more shocked was that despite how submissive their arrogant boss was already behaving, their enemy didn't seem to appreciate it at all. He even raised a leg and kicked him in the chest.

"I said, don't touch me," Yvette said with great irritation.

Wilson didn't avoid the kick and just meekly took the hit, but his grip on her leg didn't loosen in the least.

Although Yvette was angry, she had still refrained from kicking him with her full strength, so it showed that she still cared for him...

The jaws of the Shadow Alliance members were practically touching the ground in their shock.

Had their boss been possessed? Since when had he ever been so nice?

In fact, wasn't the way he was looking at that man a little too gentle to be normal?noveldrama

They couldn't help but come up with a bold theory. Could their boss have taken a liking to this guy? No wonder he had never involved himself with women! It was because he liked men!

"Will you follow me home first, baby?" Wilson asked Yvette.

He was concerned about her leg and also worried about whether she had sustained any other injuries. After all, he hadn't held back during their fight.

"You want me to follow you home?" Yvette repeated, her gaze on him exceptionally cold as anger burned low in her stomach. "So you can kill me?" "Stop bringing that up, baby..."

Wilson's heart ached faintly as he thought back to everything that had happened, a lingering fear still gripping at his heart. He involuntarily gripped his knees to steady himself.

"Didn't you say those words yourself? That you'd kill me in such a way that there wouldn't even be a body left behind."

Yvette's every word felt like knives stabbing viciously into his heart, and he felt as if he was suffocating from the pain. If he hadn't recognized her, he'd actually have fired his gun back then.

He had been so close to losing her...

Just thinking about it made his heart ache even worse. He reached out to hug Yvette tightly, eyes red.

He whispered, husky voice extremely hoarse, "I'm sorry, Yvie..."

Yvette was slightly startled to see his reddened eyes. He was actually crying...

"I'm sorry, Yvie!" he repeated.

Again and again, he apologized-his voice full of fear and regret. Even the hands currently holding her in an embrace were trembling faintly.

She was truly, incredibly angry. The enemy she hated so deeply turned out to be her damn fiancé, after all. It was ridiculous!

However, in the end her heart

couldn't help but soften to see him in such a state. She didn't shake him off; instead, she grabbed his tie and forced his head down before leaving

a harsh bite on his collarbone.

"Ow..." Wilson hissed softly in pain but simply allowed the action without putting

up a struggle.