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Chapter 64 - Why Arent You Wearing The Dress I Gave You?
Chapter 64 - Why Arent You Wearing The Dress I Gave You?
Chapter 64: Why Aren’t You Wearing The Dress I Gave You?
Faith…
Just like being knocked on the head,
His legs were weak, and he fell to the ground with a plop, his face pale.
The nurse hurriedly helped him up, only to find that he was shaking all over.
Claire had just walked out of the operating room when all three people immediately surrounded her.
“How’s it going inside?”
“Why did you go in? Is there anything wrong with my grandpa?!”
Claire took off her mask and threw it into the trash can beside her. “He survived.”
What did she mean?
They wanted to continue to ask, but Claire directly bypassed them and walked towards the end of the corridor.
The dim light poured down, and the wind blew her hair. She walked leisurely and her receding figure was lonely and cold.
The three of them looked at each other, wondering what exactly happened.
Claire found a vending machine and dropped two coins into it. She picked up a Coke, and drank a few mouthfuls.
The phone in her pocket vibrated.
It was a strange number.
She hung up, deadpan.
But the other party kept calling incessantly.
It wasn’t until the fifth time that Claire picked it up impatiently.
She leaned against the wall and threw the coke can into the opposite trash can.
With a bang, the coke can landed accurately into the trash can.
“Hello?”
A man’s low and deep voice came from the other end. “Hunter Johnson.”
Claire’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Tonight, she was not in the mood to deal with this goof.
When she was about to hang up, the man said in a commanding tone, “Come out. I’m outside the hospital.”
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The wind was piercingly cold at night. Claire tightened her clothes and walked out of the hospital.
A Maybach was parked under a street light. Hunter was leaning against the side of the car with a hand propped against the car and the other in his trouser pocket. His long and slender legs were crossed.
Seeing Claire, he straightened up and hurried towards her.
Claire was suddenly in a trance.
There seemed to be a figure running towards her the same way in her memory, breaking through the night, with urgency and joy.
Hunter stopped in front of Claire, and put his hands into her armpit without saying anything. He lifted her up like a baby.
“What are you doing? Put me down!” Claire was shocked, kicking her suspended legs in anger.
Holding her body in midair, Hunter turned her body over and checked it up and down with his sharp eyes.
His eyes were examining her extremely carefully, not missing any part.
He asked in a low voice. “Were you injured?”
Being held in the midair by him, Claire felt very uncomfortable, and her ears were hot. “Not me!”
“Really?”
Hunter didn’t put her down until he was sure that she was unscathed.
He didn’t bother to ask who was injured.
As long as the little thing didn’t get hurt.
Claire immediately backed up two steps to maintain a distance from him, and sorted out the clothes that had been messed up by the man.
“Wait a minute!”
Hunter suddenly frowned and looked very displeased. “You aren’t wearing the dress I gave you?”
“Dress?” Claire thought of the paper box on her bed. “You were the one who gave it to me?”
“Of course!” The man suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Claire’s waist.
Like a beast who had been dormant till now, he stared at her aggressively. “Who do you think gave it to you?”
Claire struggled back.
But he kept pressing on.
“Huh? Why don’t you speak?”
“No one! Let go of me!” Claire didn’t want to tangle with him and replied perfunctorily.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of palms moving around her waist. As if electrocuted, she finally lost her temper like a pissed cat. “Hunter Johnson! What are you doing?!”
“Don’t move!” With one hand he clasped her two arms and raised them above her head, the other hand stroked her waist, his face gloomy and icy.