His Precious Love

Chapter 210 Speak To Me Properly

Curtis narrowed his eyes, and a suffocating, murderous intent emanated from him.

Wyatt was the first to crack. “Don’t be like that, Curtis. Ms. Garland is fine, isn’t she? Besides, your fiancée is here. Let’s not frighten her.”

Immediately afterward, he received a death stare from Theodore, which caused his heart to hammer wildly.

“Ms. Garland is fine. Don’t worry, Curtis,” Jeremy assured Curtis. “As for the perpetrator’s identity, I’m sure we will eventually find some clues by going through the surveillance footage thoroughly.”

Curtis nodded, then shot a glance at Wyatt.

“I know. I’m on it.” With a single glance, the latter knew what was expected from him. Why did I choose to major in computer science and behavioral analysis? ”I’ll give Jessie a call,” he added.

“No need.” Curtis draped his suit jacket over Rayna and lifted her easily in his arms. “She stays in the same residential area as Kristie, to whom I am about to pay a visit.”

“I saw Kristie’s Instagram feed. She’s filming out of state now!” Wyatt replied at once.

“She’ll be coming back tonight. Do you have an opinion about that?” Wearing a half-smile, Curtis stared at him and continued, “I must trouble you to go through the surveillance footage, Wyatt. I hope you will have something new to report to me tomorrow morning.”

Wyatt’s shoulders slumped when the realization struck him.

Argh! I’m such a blabber!

“I’ll stay back and work with Wyatt,” Jeremy offered with a smile. “If you didn’t have any drinks, Theodore, help send Ms. Sanders home. It’s not safe for her to return alone.”

Jasmine did not object to it, accepting the suggestion pleasantly. “Thank you.”

There was no response from Theodore.

However, after they exited the building, he did not do as Jeremy had requested. Once Curtis left with Rayna in his arms, he walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi. “We’re going in opposite directions, Ms. Sanders. Why don’t you take a taxi home?”

Jasmine’s eyes dimmed. Instead of entering the vehicle, she merely smiled at Theodore. “They asked you to send me home, Mr. Xavier, and now you’re handing me over to the taxi driver, a stranger. Aren’t you afraid of something happening to me?”

“I will take a picture of the license plate and hold him accountable if anything happens to you,” he replied.

Yet, she stood her ground. “I won’t take a cab. I can’t stand the smell. Either take the long way to send me home or leave me with Mr. York.”

The muscles on Theodore’s face grew taut.

a glance at the man, then

spat someplace else? I’d like

still in a stalemate. In a meek voice, he asked, “Um, my wife is in the

Despite his

taxi driver sped

her fair arm, shivering from the cold wind.

the duo headed to the parking

Hummer that day. Not only did it look domineering, but its impressive height demanded

dress is too tight. I

and grew impatient when she still had not emerged. “Are you coming or

Jasmine shut her eyes.

has worsened with the

over here,”

to descending the vehicle. After going around the car, he found Jasmine standing there,

too tall. Besides, I can’t lift the hem

fault you

her anger. “Fine, it was my choice to wear this. Are you

without saying a word, though the scowl on his

her fury.

grab his arm, but he moved backward, causing her

an instant, a sense of frustration welled up within

but refuses to

corner of the wall, he brought it

you, but I don’t want a ride from you anymore.” Scowling, Jasmine turned and stalked

to humiliate me with the bucket of

arm and yanked her back. “You wanted a ride, and now you don’t. What is it that you want, Jasmine Sanders?” His

reticent person, she always managed

his tongue, making him

been cruel to break things off four years ago without giving us a chance. Despite breaking things off so cleanly, she appears

herself free from his grasp. “I want to take a taxi now,” she announced

take a step forward, Theodore lifted her. With his strong arms, he heaved her straight into the Hummer. She slumped

I a cargo to be manhandled

to put them on for her, but

the driver’s seat, then