Chapter 632

Queenie lay on the bed staring at Joshua, whose face was mere inches from hers. She finally squeezed out a smile when she felt the warmth from his hands. She could not speak but parted her lips anyway, mouthing, "Mr. Newman." Joshua read her lips and understood her at once. "I'm here. I'm right here," he reassured her. He had always known she was delicate, but she was downright fragile after what she had been through today. She looked like she might break at the slightest touch. If Joanne hadn't been quick to realize something was amiss and called him in time, Queenie would have fallen victim to Michael and those bunch of hooligans. Joshua wouldn't love her any less if she had, but the thought of someone as twisted and sadistic as Michael torturing Queenie to death still sent a chill down his spine. And even if Michael held back and spared her, she would choose to live with the trauma and the marks he left on her. Michael's impulsive behavior had nearly ruined Queenie's life. "It'