Vera looked very pitiful at that moment.
His jacket hung on her shoulders; her hair was a mess, her face was swollen on one side, and tear-streaked; she looked very grievous.
"You don't want to go to the hospital. What if you're hurt?" Quill tried to lower his voice and asked softly.
"I don't want to go to the hospital, and I don't want to go home either." Vera shrank into her knees and said in a muffled voice, "You can send me to a hotel."
Quill was speechless.
What was this girl saying? Even if they didn't go to the hospital at this time, there was no way he would take her to a hotel either.
After thinking for a while, Quill took her to his house. However, this was his private place. Unlike the usual Hanover family's house that he lived in, there was no servant. Therefore, Vera looked confused when she got out of the car.
"Where is this?"
"My home."
He then stepped forward, carried her in his arms, and walked inside. Vera let him do as he pleased; she was surrounded by his distinct scent. It was just the day before that she decided to never see him again.
But this man saved her during her most hopeless moment; she felt that he was reliable and trustworthy. She couldn't help but sink further into his embrace.
Quill paused and looked down slightly. He obviously felt the change in her as well, but he only thought that she was afraid, so he tightened his arms and said in a low, tender voice.
"Don't be afraid. This sort of thing will never happen again."
Vera felt a wave of fear, remembering what had just happened. If Quill had not come to save her, what would have happened to her?
When she was thinking of the possible outcomes, her body trembled unconsciously.
Quill carried her upstairs and placed her on the soft sofa. His movements were careful as he said, "Wait for me here."
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Vera suddenly grabbed onto his sleeve.
"Don't go."
The room was so spacious that it was terrifying.
When Quill saw her like this, his eyes dimmed. He said softly, "I m just going to get the first aid kit. I'll be back in a minute."
One minute?
Vera looked at him with doubt. It seemed she was asking, "really?"
Quill nodded.
"I'll be quick."
"Then, then you come back quickly..." After Vera finished, she reluctantly let go of her hand and let Quill get the first aid kit.
When Quill left, Vera looked down and found that her white shoes were stained with black dots. It stood out and made her think of what had happened to her.
Just like these white shoes, she was tarnished by Sheridan.
She must be very dirty at this moment. She remembered him grabbing her arm, tore her clothes, and touched her shoulder and skin.
Images kept appearing in her mind, more and more surfaced. Vera couldn't take it anymore. She let out a scream, and as soon as she got up and wanted to run out, she bumped into Quill.
"What's wrong..."
Before he could say anything, Vera took a few steps back and avoided him as if he was a plague.
Quill had the first aid kit in his hand to treat her wounds. He was quick and came back very soon.
But when he came back, he noticed that something wasn't right with the look in Vera's eyes and her expressions.
He was away for only a short while, and she had become like this?
He tentatively took a small step forward.
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