Chapter 475 A Sharp Pang Of Jealousy

Anderson's expression, however, was still very sombre.

He didn't answer, nor did he speak.

Clarissa curled her lips in grievance. "You're the one who failed to protect me, yet you're still mad at me?"

Anderson's eyebrows twitched.

A moment later, he said coldly, "It was my fault that I shouldn't have let you wait there alone, but you shouldn't have insisted on saving him."

Clarissa choked.

She explained patiently, "His combat skill is good. You see, even if he is seriously injured, I was not a match for him at all just now. Don't you want to know who such a powerful person is?""

Anderson slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, as his gaze swept across the person lying in the back seat from the rearview mirror.

His slightly open collar was stained with blood, and he had a deep-set of eyes.

"Anderson, let's help him, okay? Please."

Anderson's gaze fell back on her again as the expression of his face darkened slightly.