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Chapter 277:

Not a soul could be seen in the whole Harvest Moon Restaurant. The place was empty. Still, Amelia clung to hope. The thought that someone might be waiting beyond the exit pushed her onward. If she could just reach the entrance, she might find help. With her last ounce of courage, she darted toward the doors, refusing to let fear anchor her in place.

However, disappointment crashed over her as she found the doors locked tight. Jaxton came down the stairs and closed in. He caught sight of Amelia’s fear, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Amelia, I warned you, nobody’s coming to rescue you p>

Before he could finish speaking, he was shocked by Amelia’s actions. Her hand shot out, grabbing a wooden ornament from nearby. Without hesitation, she slammed it against the iron doors. The noise rang out—a thunderous clang that rattled the quiet.

On the other side of that door, busy streets waited. Any more commotion, and someone was bound to notice what was happening inside sooner or later. Moving in a panic, Jaxton lunged at Amelia, barely dodging the ornament as she swung with wild desperation.

Meanwhile, just outside Harvest Moon Restaurant, Jasiah scowled at the locked door and said, “Guess you won’t be able to eat here today p>

𝗡o𝘷e𝗹ѕ 𝗂𝗻 𝘁𝘳𝗲ո𝘥 о𝗻

Seeing the closed doors, Denny turned, ready to leave. Just then, a sound drifted over, stopping him in his tracks.

Jasiah frowned, eyeing him with confusion. “What’s wrong p>

“I think I just heard Amelia’s voice,” Denny replied.

Letting out a resigned sigh, Jasiah said, “You’re imagining things. There’s no way Amelia would be p>

Suddenly, a woman’s scream cut through his words. Jasiah was stunned. The voice really was Amelia’s.

Turning to Denny in disbelief, he started to say something. Denny, however, had already sprung into action and raced toward the doors. With urgency, he slammed his weight into them. When they refused to move, he shouted, “Amelia, can you hear me? Are you in there p>

Inside, Amelia clung to hope while clutching her aching wrist. Jaxton had snatched the ornament from her, and she had managed to injure his head. Still, he gripped her injured wrist tightly, refusing to let go.

Amelia’s eyes widened at the sound of Denny shouting outside. She tried to yell back, but Jaxton’s hand quickly covered her mouth, silencing her.