บท 230: Secretive Poisonous Glove

"Here,"

A car stopped in front of the hospital building which brought the woman in senses.

"We have reached."

Ronan Ross did not let his voice go soft or stray and infirmed the woman without a smile when she averted her eyes to him.

Although she had received an injury in real but it did not bother her that much because she had already fallen in love with the wrong man and bn the very wrong moment. 

"Oh, right."

She unfasten the seat belt and looked at Ronan who did nkt guve a fuck and kept his eyes glued to the pathway ahead whiel clutching the steering tightly. Of course, she did not hold any importance for him and was definitely not in a position to answer her politely since the woman had delayed his journey a lot.

"Do you mind calling someone with a wheelchair or perhaps,"