Married by Accident, Taming the Billionaire novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187 Remington's Harshness and Gentleness

Remington's eyebrows furrowed as he said mockingly, "Why are you so vulgar and tacky? Is your mind only filled with lovey-dovey nonsense? Can't you think about anything else?"

His words almost choked Cecelia.

Cecelia was speechless. What he said sounded familiar.

D*mn, he actually used what she had said to argue with her!

But she couldn't entirely blame Remington. He was known for his sharp tongue when he was in a bad mood!

As Cecelia was feeling frustrated, Remington was about to carry her in his arms.

"Hey! It's okay! I can walk by myself!"

Cecelia couldn't stand being carried by him whenever he felt like it. Her legs were fine, and she could walk on her own.

"Are you sure you can walk in those high heels?"

Remington lowered his head and glanced at her, his sharp and thick eyebrows furrowed hard.

In his eyes, Cecelia was elegant and refined, like a precious treasure. How could he bear to let her walk through the muddy water?

"I can take off my shoes and walk!"

If he carried her in this heavy rain, it wouldn't be easy for him to walk. Besides, Cecelia wasn't as fragile as he thought. It was just some water on the road.

Cecelia was stubborn, and Remington couldn't persuade her.

She took off her high heels and held them in her hand. Her feet were submerged in the water up to her calves.

Cecelia followed him forward. Perhaps she was unlucky, and she hadn't walked far when she felt a sharp pain in her foot.

"Ah!"

Hearing Cecelia gasp in pain, Remington turned back to her. "What's wrong?"

"My foot seems to be pricked!"

Cecelia lifted her left foot and saw that the sole was already bleeding. She might have stepped on sharp objects like broken glass on the road just now.

Remington's expression became tense when he saw her bleeding, and his heart tightened immediately.

Without hesitation, he strode back to her and bent down in front of her.

"Get on!"

His tone was still unpleasant, domineering, and brooked no argument.

Cecelia looked at Remington. His back was strong and solid, exuding a cold and arrogant aura.

This was the second time Remington had bent down in front of her, willing to carry her on his back.

If she hadn't experienced it firsthand, she wouldn't have believed that the arrogant man had ever lowered himself like this.

After waiting for a while and not seeing her getting on his back, Remington turned to her and said, "What are you waiting for?"

The wind and rain were fierce outside, and her foot was injured. How long did she plan to be stubborn?

Cecelia had no choice now. Her foot hurt too much to walk, so she tried to lie on his back.

As her weight pressed down on him, her soft body fit snugly against his back. He held her legs with his hands behind him, stood up, and walked forward.

The water was gurgling and had soaked through Remington's pants. Some weeds and dead leaves were floating on the water, all sticking to his pants.

Remington was a man who always kept himself clean. The contrast between him and the murky water was striking.

Walking through the accumulated water was already difficult for Remington, let alone carrying a woman on his back. But Remington's strides remained firm and resolute as if he was carrying an unwavering conviction!

The wind was strong, blowing away the transparent raincoat on Cecelia's body. Soon, she was soaked through as well.

Both of them were drenched, but she could feel the warmth and heat emanating from Remington's body from the parts where their backs were pressed together.

Lying on his back now, Cecelia was reminded of the feeling of being carried by her grandfather when she was a child.

His back was just as broad and warm as her grandfather's.

Remington strode through the water at the fastest and most stable speed, taking her to the entrance of one of the villas.

The foundation of the villa was higher and had not been submerged by the water. He gently put her down and unlocked the door with a password device.

The door opened quickly, and Remington turned around, gesturing for her to enter.

"Is this your place?" she asked.