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Scarlett POV
I ran downstairs, skipping several flights of steps. I didn't know why I was so worried after seeing him barely able to stand on his own—but I was. Very, very worried.
When I reached the bottom floor, I saw him. He shoved the bodyguard holding him away and said, "Did I tell you I need your fucking help?" His tone was calm as he began walking off.
What the heck, I can't believe this is the guy I was worried about a while ago.
But still yet , I was still worried. I didn't know whether it was the way he was walking—without his usual confidence—or the way he kept rubbing his hair as he moved.
I rushed toward him and grabbed his free hand. "Mr. Grey, you don't look well. Let them help you inside," I said, my voice filled with worry.
Instead, he yanked his hand away and pushed me back.
I landed in the ground.
"Shut up and get lost ," he said, in his usual unfriendly tone, heading inside the house.
