Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 27 

Nolan never knew this woman could look so serene and gentle asleep.

He glanced at the bite marks on her fingers. Was it because she was drugged and had to resort to such methods just to keep herself awake? How did someone as sharp-witted as her end up being preyed on? 

If he had not run into her tonight, or worse still, if she had not escaped, then she would have…

Maisie’s brows suddenly scrunched up, and her lashes trembled. It seemed like she was having a nightmare.

“No!” Hearing her scream, Nolan leaned closer to her. “Maisie?”

In her dream, Maisie yet again saw the man ravaging her that fateful night six years ago, but this time the man was faceless…

Maisie opened her eyes. She was frightened by the magnified face before her eyes, so she lifted her hand instinctively. “Ahhh!”

“Mr. Goldmann, is everything okay…” Hearing the commotion inside, Quincy barged in through the door. The moment he walked in, he saw a swollen red slap mark on Nolan’s cheek. He quickly turned to leave, shutting the door tightly behind him.

Mr. Goldmann had been slapped in the face. No way was Quincy telling anyone that! So, he saw nothing!

she blurted awkwardly, “Haha… Why did you suddenly get so close? For a second there, I thought

looked up at her. “This is the kindness I get in return for

in her defense. She lifted her face forward. “How about you give me a

talking to her. He preferred her

at a

 the point in telling you? You wouldn’t be

laid back down. She waved him away. “I‘ll just rest here for a

seriously wanted to strangle this ungrateful

to the hospital, yet now that she was well and about, she immediately

Quincy, who was patiently waiting outside the door, continued pretending not to see the swollen red mark on his face. “Mr. Goldmann, shall we head

Send her home once

was too lost for words to

 out of the karaoke bar entrance, furiously cursing through gritted teeth, “Maisie, you cursed b*tch. If

would not have fallen into

in hell was she going to let Maisie

up again, it was already ten at night. Carrying her cellphone in one hand, she walked out of the ward. To her surprise, Quincy was sitting upright on the corridor bench. “What are you still doing