Free Web NovelChapter 126: Chapter 124: Georgia Thorne’s Boyfriend 3
She ran out of the hospital, breaking into a sweat and panting as she followed him.
Elliot let go of her hand, his brows furrowed. Georgia assumed he was angry.
Georgia wasn’t used to being so intimate with him in public, so she could only try to placate him in a soft voice. "Elliot, please don’t be angry. It’s not like that between Zane and me."
Elliot’s face remained tense as he called Owen Sawyer.
Standing not far away, Zane Lennox saw the conspicuous pair at the hospital entrance and frowned.
He saw Georgia speaking cautiously to Elliot, looking as if she were terrified of him.
’How could they be together?’ he wondered.
Just as he was about to walk over, someone bumped into him.
Zane snapped out of it, his mood turning foul. The person quickly apologized, "Sorry, sorry!" freēwēbnovel.com
When Zane looked again, Georgia and Elliot were gone.
He took a couple of steps forward and looked around, but there was no sign of them anywhere.
Georgia and Elliot drove away, their car passing by from behind Zane.
A wave of panic washed over Zane as something flashed through his mind.
It was too fleeting for him to grasp.
’Damn it!’
Frustrated, he returned to his car and felt his pocket. Empty!
Not only were his keys missing, but his phone was gone too.
’It must have been the person who bumped into me,’ he thought. ’They must have pickpocketed me while I was distracted.’
He was already furious that Georgia had left with another man, and now his things had been stolen. Ignoring the onlookers, he viciously kicked his car door.
Zane drove a Porsche, an expensive car by any measure.
He was dressed to the nines, obviously some rich guy. Kicking a car like that—was he just throwing money away for fun?
Inside the car, Georgia sat beside Elliot, assuming the man next to her was still angry.
She wanted to act affectionately, but with Owen Sawyer right there, she was too shy.
When the car finally stopped in front of his private apartment building, Georgia hurried after him into the elevator.
The moment the elevator doors slid shut, he backed her into a corner, his large frame crowding her.
His elegant hand moved to cup her cheek, and his voice was deep and hoarse. "How long were you standing at the entrance?"
"I don’t remember. Just for a little while." Georgia didn’t understand the point of his question, but she answered honestly.
"Why were you standing outside instead of coming in?"
"...I was afraid you’d be angry. Zane and I aren’t dating, I swear. I don’t like him, and I’m not two-timing you. Elliot, please don’t be mad anymore. I really know I was wrong!"
Her gentle voice grew quieter and softer with each word, taking on a pleading, affectionate tone.
Georgia wrapped her arms around his waist. Her voice was soft, and her body felt pliant against him.
Elliot hummed in response. The elevator chimed with a DING, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her out.
He moved so quickly and urgently that Georgia was practically dragged along behind him.
The moment they were inside the apartment, he pinned her soft body against the door and kissed her.
Just as his hand tugged at her clothes and slipped underneath, a series of coughs interrupted them.
’A cough?’
’Is someone else in here?’
Georgia shivered, feeling the cool air on her skin where his hand had been. She looked up at him with wide, glistening eyes. "I-it sounds like someone’s here!"
Elliot hummed in acknowledgment, pulling his hand back to straighten her clothes. Then, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over Georgia’s shoulders.
"No matter who you see in a moment, don’t be afraid. Understand?" Elliot whispered close to her ear, seeming to already know who had coughed.
’It seemed she had no other choice but to nod and obey him right now.’
Georgia hid behind Elliot, not daring to look at the person in the living room.
In the brightly lit living room, an elderly woman sat on a black leather sofa.
The woman was very well-preserved; though in her eighties, she looked closer to sixty. She wore a magenta Tang suit and carried herself with a dignified, austere air.
This was Elliot’s grandmother, Miss Sheridan.
Elliot had recognized her the moment he heard the cough.
He frowned. ’Of all the times, why did she have to show up now!’
Miss Sheridan rarely visited the Sheridan family. She spent most of her time either in her own private courtyard or at Mr. Sheridan’s hospital.
She had practically never set foot in Elliot’s private apartment.
Even when she wanted to see her grandson, she would call and have Elliot come to her.
