Chapter 161 Everything Else About Me
The four bodyguards rushed over and quickly took down the female assassin.
Julius still had his gun pointed at her, his eyes filled with cold anger.
Quinn reached out and pressed down on his hand. “Give me the gun!”
Julius finally let go, and Quinn took the gun.
She handed it to a bodyguard and said, “Give this to the police later.”
“Got it.” The bodyguard took the gun.
Julius took off his tie and quickly wrapped it around Quinn’s bleeding arm to help stop the bleeding.
“I’m taking you to the hospital right now!” he said, picking her up and placing her into the car.
Two bodyguards jumped into the front seats.
As the car rushed toward the hospital, Quinn reassured, “I’m fine. It’s just a small injury.”
Julius, holding her tightly with shaking hands, looked more terrified than she was. His face was pale, and his lips were pressed together.
Even though she said it wasn’t serious, her sleeve was soaked in blood.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” he murmured.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. My job is to protect you.”
Julius‘ heart was filled with guilt.
In the beginning, he’d used the bodyguard job just to keep her close. Even though he was aware that she might get hurt in the process of protecting him, he didn’t mind at all.
She was just interesting to him. He hadn’t cared if she got injured.
But now, he was full of regret.
He should’ve never let her take the job or put her in danger.
At the hospital, doctors quickly treated Quinn in the emergency room.
Outside, Julius leaned against the wall, staring at his hands. They were stained with her dried blood.
The lead bodyguard came over. “Mr. Whitethorn, I’m sorry. There was a traitor in our team, and that’s why we lost your car’s location. Mr. Wooley only has broken ribs and was knocked out. He’ll be okay. What should we do with the assassin?”
“Turn her in to the police. But before you do, break her right hand!” Julius commanded, his gaze icy cold.
“Understood!”
“Also, get ready. I’ve got things to take care of,” Julius added, his voice firm and dangerous.
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Quinn had five stitches in her arm, but to her, it wasn’t a big deal.
Back in her special forces days, wounds like this were common.
After her treatment, she changed into clean clothes.
“We’ll keep you here for today. If things look good, you can go home tomorrow,” the doctor said and prescribed some medicine.
Since the Whitethorn family owned part of the hospital in Yarburn, Quinn was put in a VIP room.
Quinn felt that her injury was minor, just a scratch. The bullet had only grazed her.
Julius, however, treated her like someone incredibly precious, as if he wanted to keep her safe forever.
With a group of nurses and staff gathered around, Quinn felt overwhelmed.
“Can you ask them to leave? I’m not comfortable with so many people around me,” Quinn said.
“But your injury…”
“If I don’t feel well, I’ll press the call button. Besides, you’re here now.”
Julius‘ expression softened. “Yeah, I’m here.”
Once everyone else had left the room, Julius asked, “What do you want to eat?”
“An apple, I guess,” she replied, glancing at the fresh fruit basket the hospital had delivered.
“All right.” Julius took an apple, washed it, and grabbed a small knife. He sat beside her bed, peeling the fruit.
Quinn raised an eyebrow. It was her first time seeing Julius peeling an apple.
The way the knife moved in his graceful fingers was like art.
His hands are really beautiful.
“Do you still like my hands that much?” Julius‘ voice suddenly rang out.
Startled, Quinn looked up and met his eyes.
“I’m glad you like my hands, but I hope you’ll come to like other parts of my body too,” Julius added softly.
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