Chapter 27 Don't Get Hurt if You Call Yourself Capable

Hugo did not look pleased at all. "Why are you hiding from me? I don't bite." He made the driver get the first-aid kit from the trunk. "Come closer." Head hung low, she refused to budge. She was a mess—skirt crumpled, water dripping from her hair on the side, and injured in the eyes. She was trying to conceal her disheveled look from Hugo, but his patience wore thin. He scooped her into his arms. She let out a tiny squeal and circled her arms around his neck when he lifted her. She drew a little closer to him. Placing her in his lap, he looked at her tearful eyes and commanded, "Don't move. I need to check on you." She did not protest because her eyes were hurting, but she still carried that defiant look. "Are you mad?" He could tell from her aversion that she was upset at him. Guilt flashed across his eyes. Never had he thought that Evelyn would be hurt just because he arrived late. Had he known, he would have offered to join her on that family visit. "Who am I to be mad a