Upon hearing this, Serena Sterling's lips curved slightly, and a reassuring smile spread across her face.
In a daze, she felt that someone had gone to the police station to rescue her.
Moreover, the voice of that person was very familiar.
Just as she woke up, she heard that familiar voice again.
Although the silhouette in front of her was somewhat blurry, it especially resembled that playboy.
Serena Sterling just looked at Malcom Moore, smiling faintly, "Young Master Morris, thank you for saving me."
Seeing Serena Sterling smile, Malcom Moore couldn't help but also break into a smile, a helpless yet affectionate smile.
"Silly girl, what are you thanking me for? Protecting you is my duty." Malcom Moore reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Serena Sterling's ear, speaking with a mix of guilt and tenderness: "Besides, your injury is my fault; I didn't protect you well."
Serena Sterling: "…"
How did this man suddenly become so sentimental? She was quite unaccustomed to it.
