Hearing what Kyrie had said, Winifred White's countenance turned pale. "Kyrie, what are you saying? This is President Davis."

Since he started studying abroad in his junior year, Kyrie Simmons was naturally not familiar with Ellison Davis.

After the accident, he was a little strange and clumsy. He was unable to understand Winifred White's hints. He pushed his wheelchair forward, looking straight at Ellison Davis, "President Davis, can you just casually hold someone's wife in your arm?"

Saying this, he stretched out his hand to pull Sage Eudora out from Ellison Davis's arms.

Sage Eudora was afraid of Ellison Davis, but she was also afraid of Kyrie Simmons.

She saw his hand reaching over, and subconsciously withdrew it.

She was originally in Ellison Davis's embrace, and now that she shrank, it was as if she had crawled into Ellison Davis's embrace.

His black eyes slightly moved, Ellison Davis lowered his head to look at the person in his embrace. His gaze swept across Kyrie Simmons's body, and said coldly "Very soon, she won't be your wife."

He lowered his head to look at Sage Eudora, "I'll give you two choices. Follow me, or I'll take you away."

How were these two choices possible? In the end, didn't they all mean that Sage would have to leave with him?

Sage Eudora's originally pale face became even paler. Fingertips of her two hands trembled.

There was no expression on the man's face, but the bottomless depths of his eyes made her unable to breathe.

Not to mention the Simmons Family. The Simmons Family and Eudora Family combined each other together. But they still wouldn't be able to compare to a single Ellison Davis.

With such a disparity, she didn't have a choice at all.

She was used to being forced, and now she was just trying to find a way out through those difficult cracks.

Sage Eudora moved her lips, rolling her parched throat. In the end, she still made a choice: "I will go with you."

As she said this, her voice was trembling and her eyes were red, as if she would cry at any moment.

Hearing her reply, Ellison Davis's eyes moved slightly. He turned his head to look at Kyrie Simmons and said, "According to what she said, come with me."

He finished speaking, and turned around and led her away.

Sage Eudora did not dare to resist as she was led out by his leading.

"Ellison Davis! How dare you! She is my wife, and you are blatantly stealing my wife!"

"Shut up! Kyrie, shut up as soon as possible! "

Winifred White was so scared that her hands were shaking. She rushed over and covered Kyrie Simmons's mouth.

Sage Eudora numbly followed Ellison Davis into the car. She knew that what awaited her in front of her was also an abyss.

Inside the carriage, other than the driver, there were only herself and the man beside her. Sage Eudora was curled up to the side, with her forefinger trembling.

The car slowly started moving. A warm feeling suddenly appeared on her forehead. She could raise her head, then heard a man's voice from the neighbor, "You can endure it well."

When he said this, his fingers were pressed against the swelling on her forehead.

Sage froze. She did not even look at Ellison Davis, and said with a trembling voice: "President Davis."

It was just one short word, but it was exceptionally difficult for her to say it.

She knew very well why he had come to see her today. She had not forgotten what happened last night, nor could she possibly have forgotten.

"Hmm?"

The man withdrew his hand and leaned back recklessly. He closed his eyes to rest and also seemed to be waiting for her to continue speaking.

She knew Ellison Davis wasn't someone who would care about your reasons. Sage Eudora still bit her and said, "I didn't do it on purpose last night, actually I was drugged."

She looked up at him.

The man's well—defined face carried a bit of coldness and estrangement. She didn't dare to look at him again.

Hearing her words, he opened his black eyes.