On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 226

The first waiter glanced back nervously.

Half an hour later, George emerged from the utility closet. The thick, metallic scent of blood clung to him, a stench he seemed eager to shed. He strode to the elevator and went back to the top floor. One bodyguard followed him while the other stayed behind to clean up.

Entering the closet, the second bodyguard wrinkled his nose at the sight of Joe Brooks, who looked more like a pile of minced meat than a man. He grimaced as he started to move the body. He felt a faint rise and fall from Brooks’s chest and sighed in relief.

At least he was alive. Not dead. That made things less complicated.

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After the dinner party ended and the executives and partners had left, Rebecca turned to Jessica. “I have a spare pair of shoes in my car. Wait here, I’ll go get them.”

She hurried out of the room and found George leaning against the wall in the hallway. Nearly six-foot-three, he stood ramrod straight, though he seemed slightly out of place. He was staring down at his shoes, lost in thought.

Rebecca smiled to herself. Looks like she wouldn’t have to go down to her car after all.

George looked up, his gaze meeting hers. There was an intensity in his eyes that made Rebecca’s knees feel weak. This man did not carry himself like a bodyguard. Then again, it made sense that someone as powerful as Anthony George would have security of this caliber. He had more of a master’s bearing than most aristocrats.

“Are you waiting for Jessica?” Rebecca asked.

George gave her a brief glance and nodded.

“She’s inside,” Rebecca said, gesturing toward the room. “You can take her home tonight.”

He nodded again.

Hearing that, how could she possibly let him carry her on his back? It wasn’t about her comfort; she was worried his wounds might reopen.

“Could you carry me, please?” she said without thinking.

A ghost of a smile touched George’s lips. “Alright.”

He bent down and lifted her into his arms. Jessica didn’t know where to put her hands. “Thank you for the trouble.”

George strode out of the building. Once they were in the elevator, Jessica quickly buried her face in his chest. People were staring.

When George glanced down, all he could see was the top of her head, her hair smooth and perfectly rounded. It was… cute. Lower down, he saw the delicate curve of her earlobe, flushed a pinkish red. It made him want to… kiss it.