Chapter 762: Buwas known for his tough demeanor, always maintaining a stern expression no matter the situation. But today, something was different. He appeared vulnerable and uncertain—so much so that it unsettled the bodyguard watching him. For a brief moment, the bodyguard even wondered if Buhad been possessed, as the change in his demeanor was that startling.
Usually, Buwas decisive, intolerant of any delays from his crew. Today, however, he seemed unusually relaxed, even forgiving. Sensing the bodyguard's hesitation, Busoftened his tone, a rare occurrence. "What is it?" Though Buwasn't angry, the bodyguard was caught off guard. He quickly stammered, "I... I'll get Miss Swain right away!" With that, he hurried out of the room.
Once outside, the bodyguard exhaled deeply, trying to steady his nerves before informing Silver Fox, "Miss Swain, Mr. Hoffman would like to see you." "Okay," she replied, hesitating for a moment before gathering the courage to enter the room. The bodyguard quietly closed the door behind her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSilver Fox hovered near the entrance, unsure whether to approach. Buwas reclining against the headboard, and though she wanted to say something, the words stuck in her throat. The memory of how she had beaten him up the night before flooded her mind, filling her with a desperate wish to disappear.
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Seeing him so nonchalant only heightened Silver Fox's anxiety, making it even harder for her to speak. The silence between them stretched on, thick with tension.
Eventually, Busneaked a quick look at her out of the corner of his eye. He found her discomfort somewhat amusing. Silver Fox, normally confident and quick-witted, was clearly out of her element now. Though Buwanted to laugh at her, his expression remained impassive. A hint of sarcasm laced his words as he asked, "Miss Swain, do you plan on standing there all night?" To be honest, Silver Fox knew that standing there wasn't getting her anywhere. She just hadn't figured out how to start the conversation. But since Bufinally broke the ice, she decided to jump in. She cleared her throat awkwardly, then walked over to the edge of the bed.
She looked down at Burnet, her tone cautious as she asked, "Are you feeling any better?" "What do you think, Miss Swain?" Bureplied, his voice as cool as ever.
Silver Fox eyed him from head to toe. When she had hit him, she didn't hold back-he must have been bruised from head to toe. But now, he was lying in a hospital gown and covered with a blanket, so she could only see the damage on his face and head.
The sight was enough to remind her of how hard she'd struck him. His once handsface was now marred with dark bruises, and his head was wrapped in bandages. She knew there was a deep cut underneath that likely required a dozen stitches. Guilt surged through her as she sat down in the chair beside the bed. “I'm really sorry," she said earnestly.
Buturned his head slightly, trying to suppress a smile as he looked at her. "Do you think a quick apology is all it takes?" Silver Fox knew that saying sorry wasn't enough, but she didn't know what else to offer. With a hint of uncertainty, she said, “I thought you were someone else." Burnet's tone remained deliberately icy. "I'm not interested in your excuses for hitting me. What I want to know is how you plan to fix this." Silver Fox glanced at him, but the intensity in his eyes made her look away, feeling a bit intimidated. "How about I give you smoney as compensation?" she suggested carefully.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I don't need your money," Bushot back coldly.
"Then how about you beatup instead?"
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Silver Fox felt a lump form in her throat. Burnet's wealth and influence left her at a loss for how to make things right, especially since he didn't seem like an easy-going person.
After a brief pause, she forced a small smile and said, "Mr. Hoffman, I brought you a little something."