Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 449 I’m Capable of Supporting You

Chapter 449: Chapter 449 I’m Capable of Supporting You

The motorcycle drove at a high speed like a hurricane.

The wind blew up the man’s shirt.

Then, the motorcycle took off under everyone’s shocked gaze.

It literally flew up.

It flew across the river, landed steadily on the grass, and whistled away.

The bodyguards behind him were still unwilling to give up.

They thought they could do it too.

After the engine started, the leading motorcycle took the lead and tried.

It flew into the air and suddenly fell.

The bodyguard and the motorcycle smashed into the water.

After a while, the rapid water calmed down.

The motorcycle and the bodyguard seemed to be sucked into the water.

The other three men didn’t dare to try again.

They didn’t even try to find the one that had fallen into the water. They all turned around and searched for a bridge.

Across the river, the black motorcycle sped up on the road.

About half an hour later, it finally stopped at a small building covered with rose flowers.

The man stepped on the support with one foot and said, "Hold tight."

Before Ellen could react, he directly carried her down the motorcycle.

She had not yet woken up from what happened.

When she was carried down, she finally reacted.

Just as she was about to speak, the man did not put her down. Instead, he let her sit on the motorcycle.

She held the seat with her hands and maintained her balance.

The man slowly took off her helmet, hung it on the handle, and then took off his own.

A face that was almost perfect appeared in front of Ellen.

"Ken..."

Ellen knew that it was him, but she was still confused and did not even realize that she had called him Ken.

Kenyon curled up the corners of his lips and smiled faintly. His face was as bright and dazzling as the moon.

"Fortunately, I arrived in time," he said.

"How did you know that...I was there?"

Ellen knew that she shouldn’t have been suspicious, but it didn’t seem to be a coincidence that Kenyon suddenly appeared.

"I went to the villa to find you."

Kenyon said it bluntly. There was no need to hold back.

Ellen was shocked. "Find me?"

"Yes."

The mottled light and shadow scattered on Kenyon’s young face, as if it had been lit up with a faint light.

Since that night when he didn’t meet Ellen, he had been inquiring about Ellen’s whereabouts.

After a lot of searching, he finally found out that she was locked in the villa by Jamie.

When he saw that Ellen had come out of the villa and could walk freely, he left sadly.

Knowing that Ellen had something to do, he tried not to disturb her.

He only went to the villa to see if she was in danger after work.

What happened today was indeed a coincidence. He kept thinking of her, as if he had a premonition.

Fortunately, he arrived in time.

"It’s cold at night. Let’s go in first," Kenyon said.

The man naturally reached out to hug her. Ellen’s heart beat faster for a second. She jumped down first and said, "Let’s go."

Kenyon’s hands froze for a moment, and he slowly withdrew his hands.

The door was an old-fashioned lock that could only be opened with a key.

Kenyon took out a key from under the third brick in the corner of the wall and opened the door.

Inside was an ordinary old-fashioned house, with courtyards, ginkgo trees, and a pool.

This was the place where Ellen’s grandparents used to live.

Her grandparents passed away early, and Jamie did not know about this place.

Later, something bad happened to the Robbins family, and this house was sold by Chris.

She did not expect the buyer to be Kenyon.

At that time, he was only in his early twenties. He worked part-time and worked on development. By doing so, he raised some money.

This was the old place Kenyon was talking about.

He turned on the lights in the courtyard. It was very clean, and everything was carefully taken care of.

Kenyon first checked the wound caused by the broken bottle.

Because it was on her arm, Ellen took off her coat with a short-sleeved shirt left.

Kenyon looked at the wound. Fortunately, the clothes were sturdy, and the wound was not too big.

He applied some disinfectant to her wound and then carefully wrapped her arm with gauze.

Ellen said, "I have to take a shower."

She was covered in dirt.

She fell heavily from the motorcycle, but the leather coat she wore was specially made, and she would bounce back if she fell.

Therefore, other than the numb body and the wound on her arm, she did not suffer any major injuries.

Kenyon said, "Okay, pay attention to your arm, and don’t let it touch the water."

Ellen went upstairs.

The bedroom of her grandparents was on the first floor of the house. They had two bedrooms upstairs for Ellen and Ellen’s parents.

Ellen returned to the room she had lived in when she was a child. Sentiments surged in her heart.

It was decorated very well, and she was stunned when she opened the wardrobe.

There were various clothes inside, and all the tags were not removed.

There was a slight noise coming from the wooden door.

Ellen turned around and saw Kenyon leaning against the door frame with one hand in his pocket. His legs were long.

When he saw the shock in her eyes, Kenyon’s handsome face quickly turned red.

He said, "Every time I go on a business trip, I will buy something that suits you."

The wardrobe was filled with more and more clothes then.

Ellen flipped through the clothes. They were all big brands at high prices.

Kenyon seldom wore famous brands. He usually wore a brand that was not so popular. The clothes of that brand ranged from hundreds of dollars to thousands of dollars.

Although Kenyon knew that Ellen may not wear those clothes, he was willing to spend the money.

Maybe she signed the contract and thus was in a good mood.

Or maybe she felt relaxed after escaping.

"Mr. Corben, if I have no money, I can sell these clothes and live for a few years," Ellen joked.

Big brands were usually classic, and some people were eager to buy such new clothes at a discount of 30%.

"No, you don’t need to do that. I am capable of supporting you," Kenyon smiled.

Ellen was silent when she heard this.

Kenyon was never selfish, and he would always look out for Bobby.

His care for Bobby was pure.

They were silent.

This was a topic that would make them silent.

"Here."

Kenyon broke the silence and handed over some clothes.

It was impossible for Ellen to sleep in these clothes after taking a shower. It was uncomfortable.

So he took out a black T-shirt and gray sports trousers, which were his.

Ellen was stunned for a moment.

Wearing his clothes was a little strange.

Kenyon said, "They’re new. I washed them, but I didn’t wear them."

When he didn’t need to do anything for the Corben family, he spent the nights here. So he put some clothes in the room downstairs.

Ellen listened to his explanation and felt that she thought too much.

They were just some clothes.

So what if Kenyon had worn them before?

She took them and said, "Thank you."

Kenyon handed over another bottle of medicine and said, "Apply it on your feet and elbows later."

He found that her feet and elbows had been scratched.

"And..."

Kenyon paused, took out a document, and handed it to Ellen. "Here is some information about the secret deals between the Corben family and the McBride family. It should be useful to you."

After that, Kenyon went out and closed the door.

Ellen held the document, her mind buzzing.

Their deals were illegal, but Kenyon undoubtedly betrayed the Corben family.

She suddenly felt that the document in her hand weighed so much that her hand hurt.

If the Corben family knew about this, what would happen to Kenyon?

She didn’t dare to think about it.

After taking a shower, she came out.

Ellen put on Kenyon’s clothes. They were really long.

She tied a knot on the T-shirt and rolled up her pants several times before she could see her ankle.

After drying her hair, perhaps due to the steam, she felt very thirsty.

She went downstairs and went to the kitchen to pour water.

Walking to the living room, she smelled a faint fishy smell.

It was like the smell of blood.

It was very strong.

She lowered her head to look around and saw the coat she had just taken off.

The smell seemed to come from it.

She picked it up with one hand and looked carefully. There was dried blood on the front of the black leather jacket.

But the leather jacket was matte, so she did not see it just now.

She was not injured at all. Could the blood be...