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.

driver darted a glance at

your lovers spat someplace else?

taxi driver’s dismay, the couple was still in a stalemate. In a meek voice, he

Despite his hostile demeanor,

the taxi driver sped

from the cold

headed to the

it look domineering, but its impressive height demanded the aid of a stool to mount.

tight. I can’t climb

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

Jasmine shut her eyes.

and his temper has worsened with the

over here,”

up within him, Theodore resigned himself to descending the vehicle. After going around the car, he found Jasmine

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

my fault you wore a

effort to suppress her anger. “Fine, it was my choice to wear this. Are you happy? Still, it’s not my fault that your car is too tall!

though the scowl on his face

Jasmine reined back her fury. “Give

grab his arm, but he moved

a sense of frustration welled

but refuses to let me

around. Upon spotting a paint bucket in the corner of the wall, he brought it over and

you, but I don’t want a ride from you

mean to humiliate me with

a ride, and now you don’t. What is it that you want, Jasmine Sanders?” His

person, she always

word “Jasmine” began to feel like a thorn on his tongue, making him grit his

giving us a chance. Despite breaking things off so cleanly, she appears before me again

want

his strong arms, he heaved her straight into the Hummer. She slumped into the seat in an ungraceful

to be manhandled like

heels and attempted to put them on for her, but she shrank away from the touch of his

got into the driver’s