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   Chapter 23 A Strange Injured Man

Get A Taste Of Your Delicious Love By Cordelia Characters: 11708

Updated: 2020-06-21 00:06

Cherry stood up slowly, packed the accounting records and put them inside her car.

The manager followed her out and looked at her helplessly.

"By the way," she suddenly said, turning around, "as per the procedure, I have to report these accounting discrepancies to the concerned government branch tomorrow. Why don't you come along with me? As the manager, you know this matter better than me—"

"Miss Shen," the manager interrupted with a pale face. He couldn't stand it anymore. "I will resign after the dues are paid."

"Why do you want to resign? Cherry asked, pretending to be surprised. "You've always done a great job. Or... are you the one who messed with the accounting records?"

"No, it's not me. I've actually wanted to submit my resignation letter for a while now," the manager said, wiping his sweat and avoiding eye contact with her.

"All right," she replied, agreeing without any hesitation. "Since you're resigning, I don't need to pay you the severance pay, right?"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

"That's good. I won't have to involve you in the investigation." After saying that, Cherry got into the car gracefully.

As she started the engine and drove away, her face hardened, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her lips.

'How dare he try to trick me?

He should consider himself lucky that I didn't call the police right away.

Severance pay?

Humph, fat chance. I won't give him a penny!'

In the days that passed after the opening ceremony, the restaurant fell into a regular routine.

The rain outside filled everyone with a sense of melancholy.

Apart from the customers who had booked a table in advance, there were only a few customers who had spontaneously entered the restaurant to take shelter from the rain and have a simple meal.

Since the kitchen was more or less idle, Jerome immediately invited a few of the employees for a game of mahjong. Cherry simply ignored him and sat behind the counter, watching the raindrops splattering against the windows.

In front of her was a long glass cabinet, in which there were gifts from some important guests.

Right in the center of the cabinet was the precious bottle of Lafite Rothschild.

She stared blankly at it, feeling somewhat gloomy.

Was Adela right when she had said that tough women like Cherry were actually very gentle at heart and needed a man to take care of them?

'No, I don't think I need a man, ' Cherry thought stubbornly, biting her lower lip.

However, she couldn't help but look down at the phone.

Jacob had her number, and she had his.

But he never called or texted her.

She was a little flustered.

Did he have no feelings for her at all? Even though he was usually stand-offish, he had been warm to her and even brought her a special gift...

But she didn't dare to call him.

What if he didn't feel that way about her at all?

Groaning inwardly, she buried her face in her hands.

How ridiculous!

She found herself in a dilemma.

'To call him or not to call him...'

As she was pondering over this question, the last table of guests left the restaurant, leaving it empty.

The soft rhythmic drumming of the raindrops continued outside. When she finally raised her head, she was almost scared to death by her father.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Jerome was leaning against the counter and staring at her. With a pitiful look on his face, he asked, "Can I go out for a walk after closing up tonight?"

"It's raining outside," she pointed out with a frown.

She knew exactly what was on his mind.

"But I've been taking care of the restaurant with you for a week. I'm so bored," he whined, giving her the puppy dog eyes.

"Dad, are your eyes cramped?" Cherry asked with a snort.

Jerome finally gave up his act and sighed. "Don't you have a boyfriend? Ask him to keep you company and give me a break."

A blush appeared on Cherry's cheeks. "Boyfriend? What boyfriend?"

The employees who were cleaning up around the restaurant all pricked up their ears at the same time.

Jerome immediately covered his mouth with a gasp.

He knew that his daughter was shy, and he hadn't meant to spill the beans.

With a light chuckle, he said, "Forget it. I'm leaving now. You can close up by yourself."

Without giving her a chance to protest, he fled the restaurant.

Watching her father run away like a kid, Cherry sighed.

Wasn't he worried that it would be unsafe for her to go home alone, especially on a dark and rainy night? He only cared about having fun!

It seemed that she had indulged him too much in playing those rounds of mahjong, because he had developed somewhat of a gambling addiction.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night when the restaurant was finally ready to be closed.

After carefully cleaning up every corner, Cherry prepared to lock up the restaurant and leave.

When she went to check the back alley, however, she found that there was still a lot of garbage there. If the rain mixed with the garbage, the waste water would flow everywhere.

Her temples throbbed when she saw the mess.

'Damn it! The guy in charge of the back kitchen is going to get a dressing down from me tomorrow!'

She grabbed the broom and quickly swept the trash into the garbage bin.

The rain blurred the streetlights, making the back alley even more dimmer than usual.

On the pile of rubbish, there was a life-size puppet.

Damn it! Why had someone thrown it here?

Cursing to herself, Cherry reached out to grab it and throw it back. As soon as she touched the hand of the "puppet," however, she withdrew her hand like she had been burned.

This... This didn't feel like a puppet's hand at all.

The coldness, the smooth skin...

Cherry leaned forward and took a closer look at the unidentified object l

ying on the garbage bag.

Raindrops fell on his face, mixing with the blood at the corner of his mouth that flowed down along his jaw.

Cherry inhaled sharply.

It was too vivid... There was no doubt— it was a real human being!

She reached out her hand and placed a finger under his nose.

Sure enough, she could feel warm breath spray on her fingers.

This was a living man!

Shock gripped her, but she quickly snapped to her senses.

No matter why he was here, she had to save him!

Without further ado, she took out her mobile phone and snapped a few pictures of this scene. Then, she drove her car to the alley and laboriously carried the man into the car.

The man was completely drenched in the rain, and his hair was matted to his skin. His handsome face was as pale as paper, and his body seemed to be covered with bruises.

Cherry lay him down on the back seat, but soon her leather seats were stained with blood.

She sighed and took off his wet coat, pulled out a blanket, and wrapped him tightly with it.

"Sir, sir," she called out, patting his cheek. "Can you hear me?"

The man's eyelids moved. Cherry dipped a piece of tissue in water and used it to dab away the blood near his lips.

"I'm going to take you to the hospital now, okay? I'm the one who saved you. My name is Cherry,"

The man nodded slightly with his eyes closed.

After that, Cherry climbed into the driver's seat and started the car.

Although it was already late at night, this wasn't the time to hesitate.

She finally took out her phone and called the person that she had spent the whole day wanting to call.

"Hello," came the man's voice from the other end of the line, low and steady.

"Jacob, it's Cherry," she said, steadying her voice as much as possible.

"Okay," he replied lightly.

"Uh..." Cherry hesitated as she turned the car around. "I need to go to the hospital. Are you on duty now?"

"Give me fifteen minutes," Jacob replied without skipping a beat.

He didn't even ask her for a reason.

He just hung up the phone.

Cherry felt a rush of gratitude, and her shoulders finally relaxed.

This was the personality of the man she liked...

By the time she reached the gate of the hospital, Jacob was already waiting there.

He was wearing his white doctor's coat, and there was no expression on his face.

She jumped out of the car and waved at him.

He walked quickly over and said, "You... Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Shaking her head, Cherry pointed to the car.

Seeing the state of the man lying in the backseat, Jacob narrowed his eyes.

He turned around and shouted, "Quick, bring a stretcher!"

As he walked into the hospital and down the corridor with Cherry he told her, "He has to be taken to the emergency room right away. It might already be too late..."

Without wasting a moment, he entered the emergency room with two nurses and closed the door behind him.

The red light on top of the emergency room door was glowing.

Panting, Cherry took a seat on the bench outside the emergency room.

The blood and mud on her body had completely ruined her windbreaker. She took it off to throw it into the trash can, but after a second thought, she held onto it.

She had no idea who this strange man was. She couldn't lose any evidence related to him.

A few seconds later, the door of the emergency room opened and a nurse rushed out in a hurry.

Cherry's eyes lit up. She immediately walked up to the nurse and asked, "How is he? Is he all right?"

The nurse rolled her eyes and snapped, "How can he be treated that fast? His wound is very serious. We have to transfer him to the operating room for suturing." She walked a few steps forward, and then turned back around, suddenly remembering something. "Dr. Nalan asked me to tell you that no matter who that person is, you should call the police. The wound on his body is a gunshot wound!"

Cherry gasped in shock.

All the gunfights she had seen on TV flashed through her mind. She shivered at the thought of those gang leaders in white clothes, with cigars in their mouths and tattoos all over their bodies.

She couldn't help but glance at the emergency room through the crack in the door.

All of a sudden, the door swung open completely, and Jacob walked out.

He looked at Cherry and said in a low voice, "He's not in a good condition. He has sustained a lot of injuries, but nothing life-threatening." Then, he leaned over and whispered, "Call the police right now. After telling them your side of the story, you can leave. I'll take care of the rest."

Before she could reply, he walked away, rushing to the exclusive elevator to the operating room on the sixteenth floor.

The police department in H City was really efficient.

In less than ten minutes, two policemen arrived at the hospital.

"Ma'am, are you the one who called?" one of them asked Cherry.

She nodded and showed them the photos she had taken on her phone.

After that, she handed over the bloodied clothes.

The policemen's faces froze at the sight of the bullet holes in the man's jacket.

The older one shot his colleague a meaningful glance before turning to Cherry and saying in a calm voice, "Ma'am, since it's a complicated case, we need your cooperation. Please follow us to the police station to record a statement, okay?"

"But he is still in the operating room," Cherry protested with a trace of suspicion in her eyes.

"That's okay, my colleague will stay here to follow up on his condition," the older policeman replied. "Please follow me to the police station. We need to get your statement on record and confirm the details. Okay?"

Cherry threw her hands up helplessly and nodded. "Okay."

In H City, it was a civilian's duty to cooperate with a police investigation.

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