Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！

Nicole finished speaking and stepped into the room, the scalding temperature of the condom burning her palm.

Joshua Floyd, honestly, if Jose Floyd sees this condom, her reputation will be ruined!

Nicole placed the soup on the small table in front of the recliner and was just about to turn around and head to bed when she glimpsed the blood-stained towel on the table. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned her attention to Jose Floyd.

The sight of his tall figure made her eyes widen in shock, especially at the deep wound on his right arm, bleeding profusely, a ghastly sight.

”Jose Floyd...” Nicole bit her lip, her eyes a bit disoriented, ”How—how did you get injured?”

Jose Floyd walked over to the recliner and lay down, his face somewhat pale, his voice cold and indifferent: ”It’s nothing, just help me apply some medicine and bandage it.”

”Okay.”

Nicole picked up the first aid kit beside her and immediately squatted down to bandage Jose Floyd’s wound, placing the condom Joshua Floyd gave her casually next to Jose Floyd’s soup.

Nicole bandaged Jose Floyd’s wound, her fingertips trembling slightly upon touching the lacerated flesh, keeping her eyes lowered, a silent pain covered the depths of her gaze.

Jose Floyd watched the silent person bandaging his wound. To distract from the pain, he focused on her deeply, lighting a cigarette and placing it between his lips with his left hand. After a while, he said in a deep voice, ”Nicole, from now on, you owe only me.”

Nicole’s slender fingers paused briefly while bandaging Jose Floyd’s wound, her heart racing, she continued her work with a calm expression and asked, ”What do you mean by that?”

Jose Floyd took a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaled a swirling cloud of smoke, ”Jude Charington is dead. Nicole, I avenged you; from now on, you don’t carry the burden of hatred anymore. But Nicole, what you owe me, you must remember for life! This life, you owe no one but me! The kindness Wade offered you — you spent eight years avenging him, carrying the hatred. Now, Jude Charington is dead, your hatred should dissolve; Wade’s kindness, you have completely repaid. If there are any debts in this world, you owe only me.”

His voice was slow, even deep and somewhat chilly as he spoke. Yet, it halted Nicole’s fingers, which had finished treating the wound, on Jose Floyd’s arm, her bright eyes meeting Jose Floyd’s cold gaze.

Eyes locked in silence for a long time, a silence so long that her intense heartbeat brought her back to reality. Nicole gazed at the close silhouette, at that indifferent visage, enthralled more deeply by it in the surrounding smoke.

”Jose Floyd...” Nicole’s fingers trembled slightly, her voice somewhat hoarse, looking at Jose Floyd.

This man, always quietly behind her, solving her troubles.

In the Wells Morales incident, when the Seys Family was in distress, he promptly took charge of the Restricted District, replacing Wells Morales, bringing order to the district and relieving the authorities’ headaches, perverting a storm away from the Seys Family.

This time, her hatred, her vengeance, he avenged her without saying a word, letting actions speak volumes.

To talk about debts, in this life she will always owe him, truly becoming what he said: Nicole in this life owes only Jose Floyd, no one else.

Nicole’s mind suddenly recalled Stuart Floyd’s words, ”Some people are not articulate but when you feel it with your heart, you’ll find their emotions more sincere and reliable than those adept at expressing.”

And Jose Floyd belongs to those who, though inarticulate, can explain everything through action...