Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 84 Picking a Fight

Nicole almost felt suffocated by Zachary’s tight hug. After some time, he finally let go of her.

With both hands holding her by the shoulders, there was panic in his voice when he exclaimed, “I heard from Harvey that you were drugged!”

Harvey? As in Harvey Mann? Nicole wondered after hearing his name. She thought that she had heard Zachary wrong, but indeed, Harvey was the one who had come all the way to Colton’s home to treat her.

“I’m alright now. Harvey gave me an injection. I’ll be fine after a night’s rest,” she reassured him.

She then slightly tilted her head to look at Zachary’s face, but she was quickly distracted by the dark circles around his eyes. There were traces of fatigue lacing his handsome features as if he had not had a proper sleep in a long time.

Worried that Nicole would have to live the rest of her life in fear if she had caught the perpetrator’s interest, he quickly interrogated her, “Who was it?”

Nicole couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth in her chest as she looked at the caring man. It was obvious that he had come back earlier because he was concerned about her.

However, instead of troubling others with it, she would rather handle her own problem. So, she merely shook her head and assured him, “Zachary, I’m not a child that needs your protection. I’ll get back at them my way. They’ll wish they were dead for messing with me.”

only continued to stare at Nicole who firmly stood her ground. Indeed, he brooded. Nicole is a strong woman who managed to get her position as the Chief Designer through

calmer after

Just let me know if you ever need my help with something. Don’t worry about causing me trouble.” He finally relented in a low

from Harvey about her being drugged. The only reason he had returned two days

he barely had a wink of sleep for the past two days just

“Got it!” Nicole cheered.

arm

how dark your under-eye circles are. I don’t want to have to take care of you too,” she

only nodded without a word. He was so tired from the lack of sleep that his brain felt too big for his skull. His eyes, too,

his way to the bedroom upstairs while being oblivious to the gaze that stayed on him from behind. Nicole felt a mix of emotions as she

“You like Mr. Yates, don’t you? Why don’t you

“Children should only worry about children’s things. Go wash up and

is still so early!”

her son’s adorable tantrum, she stayed firm to her teaching. “Sleeping early means you get to wake up early,”

peace of mind the next morning. She