Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns Novel
Chapter 97

Chapter 97

“Ms. Murray, why are you here…” Samuel asked in disbelief. Wide–eyed, he stared at Yvette in shock.

Hearing Samuel’s questions, Yvette snapped back to her senses. She remembered that time bombs were planted under where Wilson and Samuel were positioned.

Yvette immediately said to Jake over the headset, “Deactivate the bombs immediately…”

Jake was taken aback by Yvette’s sudden shout. His hands shook, and he mistakenly pressed the activate button instead of the deactivator.

When he heard the beeping sound that signaled the impending explosion, Jake’s heart sank.

“Shit, Boss is still in the secret room!” he thought.

With a loud boom, the bombs went off. Wilson immediately jumped on Yvette and protected her in his arms.

The place they had been sitting got blown up into pieces.

With his hand over his wounds, Samuel was stunned. He felt relieved that they reacted quickly. Otherwise, they would’ve gotten blown up by Yvettel

“As expected of Ms. Murray. She cut to the chase and bombed us without a word,” Samuel thought.

“Are you hurt?”

Wilson immediately checked if Yvette was hurt. His jaw was tight, and he looked very concerned.

Yvette was well–protected, and she didn’t sustain any injuries. Meanwhile, a piece of debris from the bomb left a cut on Wilson’s brows, which was still bleeding.

Feeling conflicted, Yvette shook her head. “I’m fine, but you should get your wounds treated now.”

As she finished, she forced Wilson to stay still and treated his wounds. Wilson cooperated, too.

The debris was close to injuring Wilson’s eyes. At the thought of that, Yvette couldn’t help but feel upset.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

Wilson sensed her negative emotions and hugged her waist. He joked, “If it does, can you blow on it for me?”

Hearing that, Yvette didn’t hesitate and blew on the wound. Wilson could feel his heart melt, and he tightened his grip around Yvette’s waist.

Wilson thought Yvette was adorable. He was hopelessly in love with her and committed to her for life.

“Thank you, my dear Yvie. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

It was a normal statement, but it sounded flirtatious when Wilson said it.

“My dear Yvie?” Yvette pondered, but she didn’t try to challenge him.

Wilson smiled wider. He said, “Is this what you meant by resting at home? Hmm?”

Yvette refuted, “And you said you had some matters to attend to at night! So, it was this!”