A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 613

They really could never go back to the old days! He knew that they could not go back to the past, but he was still very unwilling in his heart. His handsome face was contorted with pain, and the tears that crossed his eyes made him look unusually painful and desperate at the moment. After a while, he finally held back the pain and said, "Esther, I'm sorry! Put on your clothes!"

And on her chest were the hickeys left by Hudson, who had just kissed her too excitedly. She got dressed.

"Hudson, I'm leaving!" She spoke.

"Esther, what just happened—" Hudson spoke sadly. It made him sad to see her aloof and distant from him.

"What just happened, I forgot about it!" Esther said quickly. "Please forget it too! Cherish the people around you!"

After saying these words, Esther hurriedly left.

Hearing Esther's words, Hudson was stunned, while his deep eyes were filled with the pain of despair.

After she ran out of Lance's apartment, it was still raining. It was about to get dark.

Her phone kept ringing, but it was as if she didn't hear it.

It was getting a little dark.

Gathering her torn clothes, Esther looked at the rain around her blankly. Out of the apartment building and into the rain, she crouched and shivered in rain. It was cold. She couldn't tell if it was the sky's tears or her own, or maybe it was the rain that mixed with her tears and rolled down.

"Young Master, it's here." The driver spoke in a low voice.

Philip got off with an umbrella and saw the thin woman. His heart ached, he quickly held up the umbrella and ran towards her at a gallop. "Esther—"

It was Philip!

Hearing the voice, Esther raised her eyes in confusion and looked at the person who came. He was holding a large black umbrella to shelter her from the rain. Esther looked at him in a daze, while his eyes were filled with concern. He stood in front of her and called out softly, "Esther!"

"Why are you here?" She asked.

She stood in the rain with her clothes torn, looking miserable and lonely, which made Philip, who was always indifferent, look concerned and worried at the moment. "Hudson hurt you?"

"I'm fine." Esther smiled and shook her head.

Philip saw that her hair was messy, her neck was covered with hickeys, and her clothes had traces of being torn.

With a sigh, he reached over to her and took her thin body into his arms. He didn't ask anything more and just whispered in her ear, "Alright, it's okay. You'll be fine!"

Esther was going to break away, but his embrace was so warm.

Her momentary hesitation stopped and she leaned against Philip's arms. "I'm a little tired and want to sleep!"

"Then go to sleep!" He said.

She did close her eyes. Tension and panic made her feel weak at the moment after the danger was lifted. She didn't know whether she fell asleep or fainted.

Philip picked her up and carried her to the car. He hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Esther, come home with me!"

In a high-end apartment in G City.

Philip picked up Esther, who was wrapped under a sheet and had a high fever, put her on his bed, and then carefully covered her with a thick quilt.

The rain had given her a high fever. On their way back, he felt that something was wrong with her that her whole body was hot and she kept mumbling about something.

He looked at his little face with heartache and thought of what Christ had done. He said Esther was his daughter. In a flash, an unspoken fury flared up from his chest.

Esther's phone rang again.

Seeing the word "Elijah" flashing on it, Philip answered the phone. "Hello!"

"It's you?" Elijah hadn't seen Esther since the moment he returned from the conference room. He kept calling her but no one answered. When he finally got through, he didn't expect the person who answered the phone to be Philip.

"Esther is with me. She's in shock!" Philip spoke in a deep voice. "She's not going back tonight! Don't call again!"

"What's going on? Where are you?" Elijah spoke. His woman couldn't spend the night at another man's place, not even if the man was her relative, "I'm going to pick her up!"

"Find me if you can!" Philip finished in a deep voice. He was a little angry that he didn't protect Esther, then he opened the window and threw the phone out.

"Come and eat! Can you eat enough just with your eyes?" Looking at Esther smacking her lips, Philip spoke in a soft voice. He pulled her over and pressed her to sit on the chair while he gazed at her dotingly, "Eat it while it's hot."

"Okay." She seemed very used to being pampered by him. Esther smiled happily and then gulped down the dumpling, while Philip was just watching her from the side.

Esther looked at the buns on the side and her appetite was whetted, so she took a bite. Unfortunately, the hot meat filling made her gasp repeatedly. She kept fanning her mouth with her hands, "It's so hot, so hot."

"Be careful." Looking at Esther, who looked innocent, and then looked at her wretched appearance at the moment, Philip shook his head helplessly, picked up a tissue to wipe over the oil that dripped out of the corner of Esther's mouth, and then handed over the teacup with one hand, "Drink some water."

"Thanks," Esther mumbled and picked up the cup and took a big sip. The cool water finally eased the scalding heat in her mouth, and only then did she reveal an awkward smile. She lowered her head and glanced at the man in front of her, but saw that he was just looking at her quietly, while his rigid and handsome face showed care.

Esther frowned as she thought about her several encounters with this man, and his warm embrace last night. How he felt familiar to her, and there seemed to be something about him that was familiar to her.

But last night he had changed her clothes? He was a man! She couldn't believe he would be nice enough not to take the opportunity to molest her. She wanted to ask him what had happened.

Finding her peeking at him, a smile appeared on Philip's face, "Say what you want to say."

She didn't have to look at him like a mistreated little wretch and hemmed and hawed.

"Well, last night—" Esther spoke hesitantly. Although she felt in her heart that nothing had happened last night, she still wanted to ask.

Seeing her stammering, he wanted to laugh in his heart, and finally, he really couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Nothing!" Esther shook her head again. She felt fine with her body, nothing had happened, and he had just helped her undress.

"You didn't think I molested you last night while you were asleep, did you? Didn't I tell you that I'm a gentleman?" A hint of understanding flashed through Philip's deep eyes. He spoke with amusement. "I'm not so horny as to molest anyone, am I?"

"Cough, cough, cough ..." Esther choked. It meant no as he said so.

"Young master, Elijah has entered the apartment building!" They were eating when a low, respectful report came from the door. "He'll probably be here soon!"

"Yah—" Esther stopped eating and looked at Philip with wide eyes. Then looking at the clothes she was wearing, she suddenly pursed her lips. "Oh no, he'll get mad. He's a jealous man. I'll go in first and hide for a while. Don't say I'm here oh!"

"Can you hide?" Philip did not doubt for a moment that Elijah would come. There was a limit for Elijah to be able to endure until this morning, right? But it was Esther's words that took him by surprise. "Esther!"