The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 395

Her chest felt like it was stuffed with a wad of cotton with hidden razor blades. With every breath, those invisible blades seemed to stab right into her pounding heart.

She clutched her chest, slowly squatting down.

Moments later, an Aston Martin pulled up beside her.

Paige thought she was in the way and tried to scoot back. Then she heard a pleasant voice say, "Paige."

Paige looked up to see Baillie sitting in the backseat.

"Mr. Scott, you haven't left yet?" Paige stood up, wearing a professional smile on her face.

Baillie looked at her and asked, "Have you been crying?"

Paige hesitated and wiped her eyes. "No...no, my eyes just get red easily when I drink too much. I'm fine."

"It's hard to catch a cab at this time. Get in, I'll give you a lift," Baillie said.

Paige was still cautious. Even if he was a handsome man, she couldn't let her guard down.

What if he was a psychopath who lured single women home to dismember them?

When she was studying abroad, there was a serial killer like that in the opposite building.

"No, no, I don't want to trouble Mr. Scott," Paige waved her hand hurriedly. "I drove here, so I'll just call a designated driver."

"In that case." There was a hint of disappointment in Baillie's eyes.

"Yes." Paige's face hurt from smiling.

Baillie nodded, took out his phone and said, "Give me your Whatsapp number and let me know when you get home."