On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 227

As if compelled by an unseen force, Anthony George lowered his head.

Jessica felt him stop and thought something was wrong. “What is it?” she whispered.

George cleared his throat. “Nothing.” He straightened up and continued on, his expression once again impassive as he carried her to the car.

He settled her into the passenger seat, then retrieved a blanket from the back, folded it neatly, and placed it on the floor for her feet.

“It’s new,” she said, turning to him.

“It’s fine,” he replied.

Jessica rested her feet on the soft surface and smiled sheepishly. “I’ll buy you a new one another time.”

George was about to refuse, but changed his mind. “Alright.”

“That Joe Brooks…” Jessica began, unable to help herself.

“He was beaten and thrown out. He’ll live,” George said.

“Oh, good,” she said. “I don’t want to cause any more trouble for you. I know Mr. George treats you well, but if you keep getting into fights for him, even the closest of allies can get fed up. It’s better not to tarnish your image with him. By the way, I heard his name is Anthony George?”

George’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, the veins on the back standing out in stark relief. The knuckles were sharp and defined, almost sensual, with a web of blue and purple vessels visible at his wrist.

“I wasn’t trying to pry,” Jessica said quickly. “I know Mr. George is very private—there isn’t a single photo of him anywhere. It just came up in a conversation with a friend…”

George grunted in acknowledgment.

“How long have you worked for him?” she asked.

Rebecca followed her to the sofa like a shadow. “I didn’t really catch the full story in the restaurant. Tell me again, what happened?”

This time, Jessica explained everything in detail.

When she finished, Rebecca’s face was pale. “If George hadn’t been there… I can’t even imagine.”

Jessica hugged a throw pillow. “I know. He’s saved me so many times now, I’ve lost count.”

Rebecca clutched her chest. “From now on, when we’re in a public place like that, you have to ask me to go with you to the restroom.” She then launched into a tirade, cursing Joe Brooks up and down. When she finally ran out of steam, she noticed Jessica was staring off into space.

Rebecca smirked, a knowing look on her face. With an air of having figured everything out, she went to take a shower.

Jessica sat on the sofa, lost in thought. Every time she was in danger, George just happened to be there to help her. Could that be called fate?