His Domineering Lover
Chapter 584

Tracey was breathing hard, her chest heaving.

She knew she was sick, but she didn't tell Bradley about this. He touched her forehead again. It was as hot as a hard-boiled egg.

Although the driver was driving at full speed, Bradley still felt that it was too slow.

The driver could feel that his boss was in a bad mood. Every time his boss felt unhappy, someone was going down. He held the steering wheel tightly, hoping that he could see the sun tomorrow. After a sudden brake, the driver got out of the car and opened the door for Bradley. Tracey was still asleep. Bradley did not touch her except by touching her forehead.

It was not that he didn't want to, but he didn't dare to. This woman was more attractive to him than he had imagined.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself from f*cking her! The door had been opened, but the driver was afraid to carry Tracey.

Bradley pulled his hands back when they were about to touch Tracey. He then took off his coat and wrapped it around her. After that, he carried her out of the car.

Only he knew whether he did it because he didn't want to touch her or because he was afraid she would feel chilly.

He already knew what had happened between Renee and Tracey. The day after Renee said that Tracey was the person she hated the most, his man put the story between them on his desk. He'd killed a lot of people, so what Renee had done didn't mean anything to him. He would not hate her because of this.

Everyone had their own way of life, no one was entitled to judge on the choices of others.

He didn't hate Renee, but he felt sorry for Tracey, who had been tortured since childhood. Luckily, the torture made her brighter and greater.

Of course, people wouldn't know how much she had suffered when they saw her light.

When he saw her in front of the window, his heart ached and he wanted to hold her in his arms.

When he did pick her up, he knew she was as slim as he had imagined. He held her carefully in his strong arms, as if guarding a treasure.

Renee was playing the piano on the second floor. She accidentally heard from the housekeeper that Bradley liked women who played the piano. She just finished a song and got up to stretch. Standing by the window, she saw the tall man coming back in a hurry. It was just that he had someone in his arms. It should be a woman.

He was so rough during sex, but now he wrapped his coat around the woman in his arms to keep the snow from flying over her.

There was a look of anxiety on his face. Renee clutched the curtains tightly. She had thought she was special to him because he had bought the ruby for her.

Although he did not send it to her, she firmly believed that he bought it because she wanted it.

She was okay with anyone having this ruby, except for Tracey. If she knew that Bradley bought this ruby for Tracey, she would probably jump off the second floor. Bradley covered Tracey with his coat, so no one knew who she was. However, it only made people more curious.

The news of his return with a woman soon spread through the ears of every woman in the villa.

Bradley directly took Tracey into his bedroom, which was the place all women in the villa most wanted to go.

He never had sex with women in his bedroom or slept in their rooms. Most of the time, he would go back to his bedroom after sex.

Bradley had never cared for a woman like that. The housekeeper called a female doctor and asked her to go to Bradley's bedroom. Bradley didn't care if women got hurt having sex with him. He left directly, without even giving them a hug.

"Fix her. She's special." The housekeeper said to the doctor. He had worked for Bradley for many years, so he knew Bradley well. "What do you mean?"

"Mr. Gill might be serious." The housekeeper thought of Bradley's flustered and ruthless expression when he came back.

The housekeeper had only seen Bradley like that once when he lost his best friend. This time, it was for a woman. This woman must be important to him.

"I know." The doctor became serious. She thought that it might be a gunshot wound or something.

When she reached Bradley's bedroom in a hurry, she asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

She had already prepared for the worst. Bradley's voice rang out. "She's having a fever. I think she's caught a cold."

"Huh?" The doctor was stunned. It was just a fever? Not a gunshot wound?

"Come and get her fever down." Bradley's ruthless voice sounded again. If she stood still any longer, he'd lose his temper.

"Oh, okay." The doctor stepped to the bedside. "Sir, take a step back. I'll diagnose her right now."

Bradley was standing at the edge of the bed with a serious face, and it was stressing her out.

He took a few steps back. The doctor took Tracey's temperature expertly. "She has a fever from a cold. I'll get her some medicine right away. Don't worry, Sir." "Hurry up."

"Yes." The doctor wiped the sweat from her forehead. Thank God it was just a fever! It was really not easy to be a doctor.

She hurried off to prepare the medicine.

The women in the villa had already gone crazy. "What? Mr. Gill carried a woman back? Are your sure?"

"Yes, pretty sure!" Another woman replied.

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"Is that woman prettier than me? Mr. Gill never held me."

"I don't know. Mr. Gill wrapped her with his coat, for fear that she would feel cold. Is he serious about this woman?"

"Impossible!" Renee, who had been silent, suddenly shouted. The surrounding women were all stunned.