Chapter 115
Jeremiah’s long fingers ran through her hair, his dark eyes reflecting the dimly lit room.
Only by holding her like this, his heart wouldn’t feel so empty.
He bent down and planted a kiss on her forehead, whispering, “Silly.”
Paulette lifted her head from his chest, “Did you just come back?”
“It’s been a while.”
Jeremiah turned on the bedside lamp, the warm yellow light suddenly made the atmosphere cozy. “I was just checking if you kicked off the blanket, but Ms. Davenport caught me and wouldn’t let me go. Do you miss me that much?”
He was serious, not joking at all.
Paulette gave him a tap and said, “What are you talking about?”
“What nonsense?”
Jeremiah moved closer and asked, “Who was just trying to snuggle into my arms?”
“You…! Oh my goodness!”
Paulette completely forgot about her sadness just now, she was angry and frustrated again, she felt like Jeremiah right now was acting like a brat from childhood.
Jeremiah chuckled and stared at the face in front of him for a couple of
seconds.
Raise your hand and scratch her nose.
“Okay, I won’t tease you.”
He pulled the blanket and held Paulette’s shoulders, “Now close your eyes, have a good sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be fine, I promise.”
Paulette looked into those dark, determined eyes and felt strangely at case.
She was so lucky to meet Jeremiah.
“Jeremiah.”
“Hmm?” Jeremiah thought she had something to say, with a gentle look in his eyes, waiting for her to continue.
Paulette just said, “Good night.
She thought she would have a good night’s sleep tonight.
For most of the day, Paulette was on edge. She quickly fell asleep, with a slight frown on her face, as if she had some unresolved worries.
Jeremiah sat by the bed, and he reached out two pretty fingers, smoothing out the wrinkles on her forehead.
She frowned again.
He repeated again.
After a few times, Paulette, who was sleeping, finally got a little impatient. She turned over, her furrowed brow relaxed, replaced by a soft flesh pressed against her cheek.
Jeremiah couldn’t help but smile, he reached out and flicked her nose, then dimmed the desk lamp and quietly left.
The study.
Collin stood in front of the desk, too nervous to breathe.
He had never seen Jeremiah get angry before, but if he did, it wouldn’t be something that could easily be put out with a little water.
Jeremiah took a step forward, casually pulling open the obstructive collar of his shirt, revealing the constricted throat.
“Tell me, what’s going on?”
With a deep voice, Collin unconsciously straightened his back.
He was more nervous than the first time he did the annual report, explaining the cause and process word by word. In the end, he
summarized, “This time it was a close call, the kidnappers behind the scenes have not been caught yet. I will track the progress in real time with the police. Mr. Swanson, report completed.”
Jeremiah didn’t look at him, and he didn’t say anything.
He picked up a pen at some point and absentmindedly twirled it in his hand.
On the battlefield, enemies who are straightforward are never scary. What’s scary is those who are inscrutable, you think they are gentle and lazy, won’t do anything, but they will deliver a fatal blow when you least expect it
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Jeremiah, that’s the kind of person he was.
In just a few seconds, Collin’s forehead was already covered in a layer of cold sweat.
The man finally spoke, “Is that all?”
“That’s it.”
Collin’s eyes were spinning, thinking to himself about what the Buddha was thinking. “The three million demanded by the kidnappers was given by Ms. Davenport’s uncle. He said it was a compensation for neglecting Ms. Davenport for so many years, so I didn’t mention it again.”
Jeremiah’s pen stopped, he raised his eyelids, and his deep eyes stared straight at Collin.
But that’s a whole other question.
“I mean, you really don’t know who’s behind all this?”
“I don’t know!”
“You can know.”
He did know, but, wait a minute…!
How did the big boss know he could know!
Seeing Collin’s expression change, Jeremiah was pleased. He leaned back lazily, with a sharp gaze, and said, “Since you’ve already checked, you might as well not give up halfway. After all, if I have to find someone else, it will be a waste of time.”
Collin still wanted to argue, “Mr. Swanson, I…”
“Huh?”
“I did.”
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Under the intimidating gaze of the man, he quickly changed his tune, saying, “Give me five days, and I’ll definitely find out who’s behind all
this!”
Jeremiah: “Three days.”
“Mr. Swanson…”
“Two more days.”
The matter was settled.
