Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 971 - This is not my blood
Chapter 971: Chapter 971: This is not my blood
Chapter 971 -971: This is not my blood
There was only the sound of a ‘bang’ as the red liquid from the wine bottle spilled out. Aiden Bewell felt a heavy force violently strike his head, causing him to feel dizzy and momentarily lose consciousness.
Witnessing such a scene, Aiden Bewell’s friends were also shocked, but by the time they regained their composure, Camila Walker had already fiercely pushed the man off her and quickly dashed out of the private room.
As if she feared Aiden Bewell’s friends would catch up, Camila rushed towards the elevator without concerning herself with her disheveled appearance.
As she turned a corner, she ran straight into a figure.
Perhaps because she was already panicked, she turned pale with fear, assuming the person she had bumped into was one of Aiden Bewell’s friends.
But when she saw the face before her, the sense of injustice in her heart was indescribable and tears started to fall pitter-patter.
Looking at the disheveled figure before him and seeing the torn neckline of her clothes with a trace of blood, Clayton Howard’s brows furrowed tightly, and a pang of heartache crossed his chest.
“What happened to you?”
Seeing the man in front of her, Camila fell into his arms, beginning to cry loudly.
Thinking back to the frightening moment just now, if she hadn’t been able to grab that wine bottle, she truly didn’t know what she would have become.
He helped her up from his embrace, looking at the blood on her chest and the torn neckline, a surge of anger unintentionally rose within him.
“Tell me, what exactly happened?”
Camila glanced behind her and then at the guests and waiters occasionally passing by in the corridor, “I, I’ll tell you later, can we leave here first?”
Sensing her concern, Clayton Howard came back to his senses, took off his coat, and wrapped it around her barely concealed chest, then he walked with her towards the elevator.
Before leaving, he didn’t forget to look back in the direction she had just been staring at.
Today was the weekend, why would she come here alone?
After the two left Duke Station Throne, Clayton decided to take her to the hospital upon seeing the blood stain on her chest.
Camila knew he had misunderstood and quickly spoke up, “No need, this blood isn’t mine!”
On hearing this, Clayton’s brows knit together, and he turned his head back to look again at the blood stain on her chest, still seeming somewhat unconvinced. He extended his hand to sweep her clothes aside to check inside.
Startled, Camila reached out awkwardly to stop him, as this was her private area, and she couldn’t simply let him look.
“It’s really not my blood, it’s someone else’s,” she insisted.
At that, Clayton finally believed what she said.
“Whose is it?” his tone grew icy, unsure whether it was directed at Camila or at the person who had bled on her.
Camila looked up, unsure whether she should reveal Aiden Bewell’s name.
“It’s… Aiden Bewell.”
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At the mention of that name, a cold sharpness flashed in Clayton’s dark eyes, but in the end, he said nothing and just started the car.
Along the drive, Camila was apprehensive and turned to glance at the man in the driver’s seat, “I…”
She couldn’t just go back like this; if her mother saw her, she would be scared to death.
Clayton turned to her, his handsome brows slightly furrowed, “What’s wrong?”
She looked up, her complexion troubled, “I can’t just go back like this. Find a place for me to wash off this blood stain and change into clean clothes. If I go back like this, my mother will definitely be scared to death.”
PS: Sorry, dears, because today is Mia Harizon’s birthday, I came back late from a meal outside tonight, leading to a late update. Apologies, kisses!
