Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 74

Led by the waiter, Rosemary helped Tina to Vincent Meyer’s room.

The room was simple but luxurious. You could see that the owner of the room was a very delicate person.

“Miss Harris, if you need anything, please let me know!” The waiter bowed slightly and closed the door.

Rosemary helped Tina onto the couch and sat down. Looking at the clear palm print on her face, she felt guilty.

She took the ice pack and gently applied it to her face.

“Ouch…”

Tina exhaled with pain and tears were still in her eyes.

Rosemary applied it to her face and gently wiped the blood from her mouth with a towel in her other hand, saying, “I’m sorry, Tina, I’m the one who caused you trouble!”

“Don’t blame yourself. It’s really none of your business. And I’m glad I’m the one who was slapped, not you.” Tina said with a smile.

Rosemary shook her head and said, “I’m sorry Tina! I should have gone with you...”

Because Tina was hurt because of her, Rosemary felt even worse. She gently touched her face and said, “Does it hurt?”

Tina smiled and shook her head. She felt no pain, for her heart was sweet. Aside from mom and dad and her brother, Rosemary was the best person in the world to her, so the pain was nothing.

“No. You’re never gonna take me on a Ferris wheel again, are you?” Tina asked with a puckered mouth.

“Sniggering…”

She was still thinking about what Rosemary said last time. “That depends. If you continue to be bullied, I will tie you to a Ferris wheel!”

“What? Are you willing to let me go when I’m like this?”

Tina looked at Rosemary miserably. She looked like a child who couldn’t get candy.

“I’m kidding. How could I put my beautiful sister through that?” Rosemary said with a spoiled face.

Knocking…

“Someone's here. You take the ice pack. I’ll get the door!”

Rosemary went to the door and pulled it open, and the attendant handed her a bag.

“These are the clothes the Mr. Meyer sent us!”

Rosemary took the dress, looked at the label and smiled.

Closing the door, Rosemary took the clothes and handed them to Tina. “Nathaniel’s brother sent this up. Why don’t you go change your clothes?”

Tina took the clothes and went to the bathroom without thinking.

Watching Tina leave, Rosemary thought it was going to be fun. Looked like she was about to hit it off.

After a while, Tina changed her clothes and came out. Rosemary looked at the clothes she was wearing. The pale green dress was perfect for her shapely figure and the skirt was just the right length. It Looked like whoever bought her this dress cared about her.

“Cough…”

“Tina, your outfit looks like it was made for you. It seems that the person who gave you the clothes cares about you!”

Tina looked at Rosemary curiously and wanted to see something from her eyes. But she was too young and naive, and she could tell anything from her eyes.

“Rosemary, why do I notice something weird about what you just said?”

Rosemary took her hand and sat down on the couch, “Is there something going on with you and Nathaniel’s big brother?”

“No! I’m new to him, too. Is there a problem?”

Tina always thought Rosemary’s eyes were a little hot, as if she had discovered something new.

“Tina, do you know what brand you’re wearing?”

Tina looked at herself and shook her head. She didn’t know much about clothes. She thought clothes were fine as long as they were comfortable, and she was not a rich lady anyway.

“This is H’s latest style of this season, there are only three sets in the world, and one of which is on you!”

“What?” Tina shuffled into the bathroom and took the tag out of the trash. It was printed with the H logo.

Rosemary looked at Tina, stunned, and quipped, “Now you know why I asked you about your relationship with Nathaniel’s brother.”

“Rosemary, can you please go and buy me a suit?” Tina grabbed Rosemary’s hand and said anxiously.

“Why?”

Rosemary asked, “Wouldn't it be a good thing if Vincent Meyer really liked you?”

Tina was so worried that she almost cried, “I can’t wear such expensive clothes, I can’t afford them!”

“Tina, I think you’re overthinking this. He’s the CEO, and since he gave it to you, he’s definitely not going to ask you to pay for it!”

Rosemary didn’t think that even if she didn’t want him, he would ask her to pay for a dress.

Tina put her hands together and looked at Rosemary. Her eyes were full of begging.

“Okay, I’ll get it for you. You stay here.”

Rosemary picked up her bag on the stool and walked out the door.

The big house was empty. Although it was luxurious and noble, Tina still prefered her own small home, where there was laughter and her dear parents.

Tina walked slowly around the house, not even noticing someone had entered. The room has everything from a swimming pool to a gym. She could tell at a glance that the occupant of this room was a man who knew how to enjoy himself.

Vincent Meyer was looking at the woman in front of him. He had always felt a desire to protect her that he had never felt in twenty-eight years.

“Feeling better?”

Tina was startled by the sudden noise. Her little face paled when she saw the handsome cold one.

She calmed her nerves and said, “Much better. Thank you for your concern.”

Seeing her hand clenched tightly around the corner of the dress, Vincent raised his eyebrows. “Do you have a beef with this dress?”

“Oh…”

Tina followed his eyes and saw her hands tightly gripping the corners of her clothes, she let go quickly and said, “I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to.” She looked down, not daring to look at him.

Vincent Meyer’s eyes converged and his lips curled slightly, “Are you afraid of me?” He remembered the time she had turned him like a tap switch in the bathroom. She had a lot of nerve back then.

“No, no…just… a little bit…” Tina now felt as if she had done something bad and been caught.

“You got a lot of nerve in the bathroom.” Vincent Meyer walked up to Tina and circled her around the wall.

Tina’s heart was pounding. She had a vague recollection of going to the men’s room by mistake and grabbing something hard last night, but how could she know it was Vincent Meyer?

“I…”