Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1574

Chapter 1574: Leave it to me

"You’re hungry?"

Seeing Hugo pause, then nod, made Kiara’s face twitch slightly.

Was she a vending machine to him now?

Kiara frowned, her heart sinking as she started to see Hugo as a younger version of Stephen. But unlike Stephen, who wouldn’t stop talking, this one seemed like he wanted to play a guessing game with her.

She sighed in defeat. "I still have some snacks in the office. I’ll probably make something from there."

"Tch." Hugo clicked his tongue and pulled up his visor, looking at her with a deadpan expression. "I am hungry, yes, but I’m not asking you to feed me. Though that’s nice of you, and I don’t mind if you do."

"Oh."

"Hop in," he said, reaching for his visor again. "Grace called and told me to take you to her office. She’s taking the case, but she also needs..."

Hugo trailed off, looking back slowly as Kiara somehow magically appeared in his backseat.

"That was... quick."

"Let’s go," she urged, tugging the hem of his jacket. "I’ll do whatever she needs. Anything."

"Hah." He let out a short, shallow laugh before sliding off the extra helmet hooked on his arm, then passed it to her. "I know you would. Here."

Surprised, she gazed down at the smaller helmet he handed to her. A small smile crept onto her face before she took it and put it on. The pleasant scent of the helmet — a mix of floral shampoo and faint feminine cologne — quickly filled her senses.

Is this someone else’s helmet?

Her thoughts were cut off when Hugo spoke.

"You ready?"

"Uh, yes."

"Hold tight," he yelled. But with the helmet on, his voice sounded muffled. Kiara barely had time to brace herself as he revved up the motorbike and spun it off its stand.

Kiara grabbed onto anything she could to avoid falling. It was a good thing she was used to her scooter, so riding a bigger bike wasn’t a huge problem. But still, with how fast he took off, she realized one thing:

She had never ridden her scooter this fast before.

Perhaps, she wasn’t used to riding a two-wheeled vehicle as she thought she was.

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When Kiara and Hugo reached the law firm in the heart of the city, her legs wobbled as she almost crawled off the bike, her soul still halfway out of her body.

"I swear... it usually takes around half an hour to get here from the warehouse." Her face paled as she weakly removed the helmet, shooting him a bitter look. For a second, she had truly believed they wouldn’t make it.

The thirty-minute ride at a normal speed had turned into fifteen minutes. And it was still morning!

Hugo grinned, pulling up his visor slightly just to say, "I had an emergency."

"..."

She huffed, keeping her thoughts to herself. When she tried to hand the helmet back to him, Hugo lightly pushed it back toward her.

"Keep it," he said. "I’ll be back."

With that, he quickly left without further explanation — his "emergency" seemingly involving a desperate visit to the toilet.