Chapter 182
Frustration churned in his chest, so he turned and walked out, intending to smoke a cigarette to calm his nerves.
Leaving behind the noise of the banquet hall, he arrived at the outdoor garden.
The night breeze blew with a chill. He had just lit a cigarette and taken a drag when a familiar figure broke into his line of sight.
His fingers paused. He immediately stubbed out the cigarette and strode toward the figure with his long legs.
Lucy had just hung up the phone. The silence of the garden made footsteps sound exceptionally clear.
She turned at the sound and crashed into Kingsley’s deep gaze. The smile on her face faded instantly, and with a flick of her fingers, she stowed her phone in her bag.
Kingsley took off his suit jacket and reached out to drape it over her shoulders, his voice low. “Hiding out here for some peace and quiet p>
Lucy reacted as if she had touched something scalding. She swatted the jacket away, her tone distant. “Mr. Sherwood, you’re certainly good at engaging in wishful thinking these days p>
The jacket fluttered in the air before Kingsley reached out and caught it steadily, his eyes locked on her. “I’ve used up all my chances for wishful thinking on you already p>
“No one held a knife to your throat and forced you,” Lucy said, not wanting to entangle herself with him further. She lifted her dress hem, intending to leave.
Suddenly, her wrist was seized by a warm, large hand.
She stopped abruptly, her cold voice ringing out in the quiet garden. “Let go p>
Kingsley didn’t let go. Instead, he increased his grip slightly, his tone carrying a trace of refusal. “If you don’t want to earn my money, I can recommend a few clients to you p>
“Hah, do I look like I’m lacking your few clients?” She looked up at the hand gripping her wrist, her eyes turning cold. She raised her hard-shell clutch and smashed it directly onto his hand.
The metal embellishments on the bag were sharp. As they scraped across the back of his hand, they instantly left a long, bloody scratch.
Kingsley released his hand and looked down at the blood seeping from the wound. His expression remained unchanged, as if he couldn’t feel the pain.
He looked at Lucy, his tone remaining firm. “But I want to give them to you p>
As he spoke, he took a handkerchief from his inner suit pocket and wrapped it casually around his injured hand.
Lucy’s lips curled into a sarcastic sneer, her tone full of mockery. “Sorry, I can’t afford to accept this ‘kindness p>
As soon as the words fell, her wrist was seized by him again.
Kingsley’s voice carried a hint of stubbornness. “If you don’t want my clients, do you just enjoy these social drinking parties p>
This question thoroughly ignited
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Lucy’s impatience. She raised her hand and slammed the clutch onto the back of his hand again the wound that had just stopped bleeding was hit by the bag, and fresh blood instantly seeped out.
“My business is none of your concern p>
Seeing that Kingsley was still blocking her path with no intention of moving, she
simply raised her bag and swung it toward his face.
Kingsley instinctively turned his
head to dodge he knew how sharp the metal on that bag was and didn’t Night now.
want to end up disfigured
Taking advantage of the moment he dodged, Lucy lifted her skirt, turned, and
walked quickly away without looking back.
When Kingsley returned to the banquet hall, Peter immediately spotted the handkerchief wrapped around his hand, stained with obvious blood.
He hurried over, asking in shock, “What happened to you? Did you get into a fistfight with Jules p>
Kingsley glanced at him, his tone cold. “No p>
“Then did someone ambush you?” Peter’s curiosity grew stronger as he chased after him with questions.
“With an imagination like that, why aren’t you a detective?” Kingsley ignored him and walked toward the exit of the hall.
“The first step of being a detective is
finding out who gave you that
wound Peter teased with a laugh. He was about to follow but was
called by Davi
nearby forcing him
to stop.
Kingsley left the party alone and went to the parking lot.
Xavier, who was waiting there, saw the injury on his hand immediately and hurried
forward. “Mr. Sherwood, what happened to your hand p>
Kingsley pulled open the car door. “It’s nothing p>