Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 24

Rosemary didn’t know how long she had cried. She saw her head still resting on Chad Grant’s shoulder and sat up apologetically, “I’m sorry to get all your clothes dirty.”

Chad Grant saw her in a much better mood and knew she had figured it out. He gave her a thoughtful smile. “Then do what I tell you. Okay?”

Rosemary glared at him, turned her head outside and refused to speak to him.

Seeing she was angry, Chad Grant curled his lips and said, “At least I gave you my shoulder just now. You can’t just forget about it.”

Rosemary was still looking out and not talking to him.

Chad Grant pulled into the house. Rosemary got out of the car and saw the living room lights were on. She panicked, but eventually went in with her bag.

“Mom!”

Marian looked at Rosemary and raised her eyebrows. “Why did you leave early today?”

Rosemary knew she would be laughed at for leaving early today.

“I left early because I wasn’t feeling well.” Rosemary whispered.

Marian looked at Rosemary as if she could see right through her. She said coldly, “If you are really unwell, why are you back so late?”

Chad Grant had just stepped through the front door when he heard Marian questioning Rosemary.

“Marian, she did have a headache halfway through, and I took her to the doctor, and that’s why she’s late.” Chad Grant explained dryly.

“Now that Chad testified on your behalf, we can forget about it.”

With that, Marian got up from the couch and said coldly to Rosemary, “You need to learn more about the rules of the house.” Then she went upstairs.

Chad Grant took a look at Rosemary and went upstairs, too.

Rosemary stood in the empty living room and frowned a little, then turned and went to the bedroom.

It was late, but the lights were still bright outside. Looking at the lights outside the room, Rosemary also felt better.

Knock…

“Here’s your milk, Madam.”

Rosemary took the milk and smiled at the maid, then closed the door, turned to sit on the bed to drink the milk and went to bed.

After drinking the milk, Rosemary lay on the bed and a heavy tiredness swept in. Soon she fell into sweet dreams.

A pair of big hands moving around Rosemary’s delicate and smooth body. Cold lips ran across her neck, and strange hands made waves inside her.

“Hmm...”

Rosemary had a hoarse throat. She gulped and tried to keep her eyes open, but she couldn’t.

Sleeping on the bed, her hands scratched wildly. In her hunger and thirst, the cold tongue slipped into her mouth and took her breath away.

…

Rosemary opened her eyes slowly in the morning. She blushed as she remembered her dream last night. She didn’t even know why she was having that dream.

“…”

Rosemary covered her head and rushed to the bathroom, picking up the basin of water and pouring it on her face.