My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 929

Chapter 929 They Were Not Exaggerating About Her

Cooper, with the help of his phone's torchlight, was staring at the corpses on the ground. He couldn't help but feel a tingle down his spine when the stench of blood jolted his senses.

The fact that Sally was skillful enough to make quick work of six to seven men came as a surprise to him.

It seems what they say about her isn't an exaggeration at all. Also, if Sally had really wanted to kill me in the parking lot that day, she could've done so easily.

Subsequently, Sally made a call. After reporting her location over the phone, she requested for the bodies in the building to be dealt with before leaving with Cooper.

Upon returning to the car, Cooper realized that Sally's right shoulder was grazed by a bullet when he noticed her body covered in blood.

Grabbing a towel from the back of the car, he wrapped it around her wound.

“Let me drive. I'll send you to the hospital.” Worried that any major movement would aggravate the blood flow from her wound, Cooper circled over to the driver's seat and opened the door.

However, the annoyed Sally attempted to close the door and protested, “It's just a scratch. I'll drive.”

In spite of that, Cooper grabbed the door and looked down at her, refusing to budge.

It wasn't until Sally lost her patience after a few minutes of staring at each other that she moved over to the front passenger seat. Only then did Cooper get into the car and close the door behind him.

Once Cooper began to drive, Sally said, “We're not going to the hospital. Otherwise, my mom is going to nag me when she finds out.”

With that, Sally gave her mom a call to make an excuse for not going home for dinner.

“Why aren't you coming home? I've already prepared dinner.” Miranda asked over the phone, “Is it because you're with Armand?”

After responding in a cursory manner, Sally ended the call.

Cooper then snuck a quiet glance at her from the corner of his eye. After stopping at a pharmacy, he bought some antiseptic dressings before taking her back to his condominium. Upon entering, he placed them on the coffee table.

As the bullet had only grazed Sally's shoulder, she was more than capable of dressing her own wound.

“Help me clean my wound,” Sally remarked. “Also, I would like to have some steak.”

Realizing that he was gawking at her, Cooper quickly averted his gaze. “Can't you change in the bedroom?”

“Since you have brought a change of clothes, why should I do something as troublesome as that?” Sally retorted as she spread the shirt out to put it on.

Given her petite figure, the shirt was oversized for her. In fact, its two sleeves extended further than her arms.

Scratching his nose, Cooper figured that the formidable Sally couldn't care less about anyone else's gender.

Just as he placed the glass of water on the coffee table, Sally looked up at him. All of a sudden, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer.

Before he knew it, Cooper found himself pinned on the couch by her.

She reached backward to pick up the glass without looking and gradually took a few sips of water while her powerful legs continued to restrain him.

With no room to even struggle, Cooper's expression darkened. “What are you doing?”