Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 756: [Yan Jian Extra] 28. It’s you who made me regret it, no wonder I blame myself.

Chapter 756: [Yan Jian Extra] 28. It’s you who made me regret it, no wonder I blame myself.

"That’s right, Catherine is a woman with a lot of scheming. In other words, a brainless woman wouldn’t have the chance to get close to me, James. I like her precisely because she’s smart. But her cunning isn’t to the extent you assume it to be — even if she theoretically could have orchestrated this accident herself, she wouldn’t be foolish enough to bet her future career, or even her fertility, on it!"

James stood up, "If it were you, would you be so cruel to yourself? If not, then don’t be so harsh in your judgment of her..."

Yan Jian bit her lip, ashamed to the point of tears.

She wasn’t as ruthless as he thought; she was merely reasoning... She didn’t hate Catherine so inexplicably — or perhaps, a little, but certainly not enough to curse her.

James put on his coat and said coldly, "You’re paying for tonight’s coffee. After all, you’re the one who brought me here, so the coffee was unnecessary."

With that, he turned and left.

Yan Jian stared at his back, her heart surging with emotions.

The scenario she had envisioned wasn’t like this — she wanted to have a proper talk with him about cooperation; she genuinely wanted to help him analyze the accident; she wanted... to help him.

She watched his back disappear through the door, walking farther away, almost vanishing into the night where she might never see him again. Yan Jian suddenly stood up, slapped cash on the table, didn’t bother to put on her own coat, grabbed her briefcase, and chased after him.

The night wind was harsh, swirling and biting into her face.

She ran after him, yelling through the night air, "Can’t you trust me just this once? That accident was really suspicious! It was no coincidence at all, it was definitely something long and meticulously planned! And Catherine wasn’t their target, their real target is you!"

He was shaken but resisted looking back, continuing to walk forward.

She was exhausted from running and couldn’t go on. The thin sweater she wore had long been penetrated by the cold wind, making her feel chilly.

The more so because of his decisive back, because of his determined refusal to listen to her, making her feel that all the cold wind rushed into her nose, making it sting with cold.

She inhaled, her eyes filling up with tears, and with clenched fists, she shouted bravely, "You don’t have to believe me, but you still need to be cautious of Lin Qi and his father. They will never give up on the Ford Group. They will definitely take advantage of this time when your wings are not fully grown and your foundation is unstable to get rid of you... Besides them, you need to be wary of the people around you, be cautious of them changing their hearts and stabbing you in the back. Compared to Lin Qi and his father, maybe Ben Shaming and Catherine are more dangerous."

"You can think I’m trying to sow discord between you, but you must be careful!"

As she spoke, the cold wind filled her throat, tears misted her eyes, and she squatted down in vain, embracing her cold body.

She didn’t even know why she had to do this. Why care about his life or death?

When she finally finished speaking and held herself tightly, suddenly, a pair of men’s shoes appeared on the ground in front of her.

Startled, she hurriedly looked up.

The blue-eyed man had squatted down in front of her, eye-level with her, squinting as he stared at her, asking slowly, "Tell me, why are you willing to be so aggrieved, yet still follow me out and remind me, hmm?"

She was stunned, she had just been asking herself the same question and didn’t even have an answer!

How was she supposed to answer him?

But he seemed not to really expect an answer from her. After asking, he sighed, unbuttoned his coat, pulled her over, and wrapped her inside.

The warm coat, retaining his body heat, became her small, wrapped world.

Suddenly it was warm, and the coldness liquefied into tears, streaming into her eyes.

He lowered his head, taking advantage of the cover of the upturned collar, and there by the roadside, fiercely bit her earlobe. Almost genuinely nibbling with force.

He whispered in her ear, "What if I regret it? I regret ending that contract with you. Tonight... the fifth night, how about it?"

His breath made her tremble, more so — weak in the bones and heart.

But reason was blatantly reminding her, making her decisively resist, "Have you gone mad? James, you’ve already set a wedding date with Catherine! I’m not interested in being your pre-wedding dessert!"

He continued biting her, his fingers holding her chin, turning to kiss her lips.

His rampant warmth, in the small world wrapped in the coat, pressed burning marks on her.