Chapter 92
It was deep into the night, and the road was nearly empty. Our commotion barely stirred any attention. If anyone did notice, they’d likely write us off as some kids goofing around in a car.
In desperation, I jerked my head forward, slamming my forehead against the car horn. The loud blast that followed got abruptly cut off as Daniel yanked my hair, pulling me back from the steering wheel. “Damn it! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” While he spoke, he slapped me hard across the face. It hurt. But if I wanted to escape, I couldn’t afford to cry.
“Stubborn, I like that! Let’s see who breaks first!” He pinned my legs down, one hand firmly holding me while the other yanked off a belt to bind my hands.
After the struggle, I was out of strength. Was I going to end up being raped by Scar Man again, dying for nothing? Right, by this time, could I possibly be pregnant? No, I didn’t want to die! Even with my hands and feet tied, I kept wriggling in an attempt to break free. As Daniel raised his hand to strike me again, the door suddenly swung open, and someone yanked him off me from behind. Then came Daniel’s screams from outside the car.
Inside the car, I finally let the tears flow. I hadn’t made a sound through all the pain, but it seemed like fate was on my side this time. Someone had come to my rescue.
When the door opened again, the streetlight illuminated the face of my savior, Max.
He took off his jacket and put it around my shoulders, saying, “Sorry for barging in like this. I’ll carry you out p>
Even at such a moment, he maintained his respect and gentlemanly demeanor, carefully lifting me out of the car. I saw Ronald pinning Daniel to a nearby lamppost, hands on his hips, panting as he said to Max, “Take care of Ms. Floyd here. I’ll handle this guy.” This time, Daniel failed. I didn’t lose my dignity, my child, or my life. Suddenly, happiness overwhelmed me, and I started crying uncontrollably.
Max must have thought I was crying from fear and held me tighter, “Don’t be afraid. We’ve caught the bad guy. We’re here to save you p>
His words “Don’t be afraid. We’re
here to save you,” felt like redemption. It was the salvation
had longed for in my past life and I
found it in this one.
The drugs in my system must have fully kicked in because my body relaxed despite my efforts to resist, and the drugs launched a full-scale assault on me.
“You’re burning up. Do you have a fever?” Max asked before I could answer.
At that moment, as we entered the elevator, I reached out to loop my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He froze, caught off guard and forgetting how to breathe. But couldn’t control myself and deepened the kiss, finding his lips soft and surprisingly sweet.
However, after a few moments, Max pushed me away. “Where’s the antidote I gave you?” Weakly, I leaned against his shoulder, my voice barely a whisper, “Bedside table in my room.” He hurriedly carried me out of the elevator. “The keys p>
I was too out of it to understand him, barely aware as he fished in my pocket for them, then unlocked the door and rushed me into my room, laying me gently on the bed.
The drug’s effects shifted from making me feverish to chilling me to the bone. I curled up, shivering under the covers, whispering, “Cold p>