Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 66 Admit It

Chapter 66 Admit It

"Ms. Graves, did you hurt your foot?"

Before Jaxon came to her, he had seen Christian squatting down, pinching her ankle to observe the

injury.

Jaxon's brows and eyes sank slightly, and there was a bit of coldness in his eyes.

Anastasia felt uncomfortable watching Christian squatting down to touch her ankle. She wanted to

retract her foot but felt severe pain when she moved it.

He held her ankle and raised his head. His cold aura remained undiminished.

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Anastasia frowned but still resisted and took a step back.

"Don't worry. I'll go back and deal with it."

But Christian didn't give her a chance to refuse at all. His arms directly passed under her waist and

hugged her up.

She struggled a bit, but his arms wrapped around her tightly, and he strode out.

"Christian! Put me down..."

Christian's face was dark, with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

"Do not move."

With some warning, he put her directly into his car door and then slammed the door shut.

At this time, his facial features revealed his emotions. He was extremely indifferent, looking at Jaxon

with intense indifference and hostility.

"Mr. Stanford, I won't bother you. I will send her back."

Jaxon's face lost all superficial politeness, and he narrowed his eyes.

"I brought her here, so I should come and see her off."

The two were not giving in to each other, and the atmosphere was condensed.

Christian took a step forward. His brows and eyes were dark and cold.

"Mr. Stanford, don't think about people who don't belong to you. You are not in charge here."

Christian's words were extremely arrogant, his aura was cold and intimidating, and he did not hide his

emotions.

Jaxon narrowed his eyes and was about to speak, but Christian had already turned around and got into

the car.

His tolerance for Jaxon had reached his limit.

The emotions in his chest were clamoring for anger, and an unknown feeling was rampaging wildly in

his blood.

Christian would beat the ass of him if he continued to entangle with Jaxon.

The car sped away as soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator.

Anastasia sat there coldly, and there was room for two more people to sit between them.

Christian rubbed the center of his brows, suppressing the emotions just now.

He told the driver, "Go to the hospital."

Anastasia glanced at him indifferently, and her tone was emotionless.

"Mr. Patterson, thank you for sending me off, but you don't have to be so enthusiastic next time."

Nor was her gratitude genuine.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, and the veins on his forehead stood out.

"So you want Jaxon to send you off?"