Chapter 85: Taken back home, I pity you.

The woman's voice was sharp, piercing into Grayson Sutton's eardrums, resonating with each cry. In a severe shock, the man held her tightly, draping his coat over her to cover the nearly transparent, drenched shirt. He picked her up as Violet Don struggled, "Let go of me!"

Grayson didn't say a word. After a long silence, he took her directly to the car parked not far from the store, locking her in. Both were drenched from the rain, looking disheveled as though they were a pair of fugitive lovers on the run, "You have a fever, don't you know?"

Her body was alarmingly hot, Violet's face sickly, but her gaze was clear and sharp, "That has nothing to do with you!"

"Yes, it has nothing to do with me, me having pity on you out of boredom!"

Grayson cursed and locked the car door. He then started the car and pressed the accelerator. Violet pounded on the car window violently, "Where are you taking me?"

"To a hotel!"