Chapter 112 He Actually Sneaked to Her House in the Middle of the Night
The woman on the bed was surrounded by infrared beams. Without his night vision goggles, Nicholas wouldn't have been able to see them at all.
He quickly located the infrared emitters and used his knife blade to unscrew them. Soon, the infrared beams on her left side disappeared.
He stood by the bed, his eyes greedily tracing her sleeping face.
This face—he'd thought about it thousands of times. Delicate yet with a hint of stubbornness. When she slept, though, she looked like a child.
His throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, dry and tight. The tenderness in his eyes was about to overflow.
He reached out, his fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly, gently brushing aside a strand of hair from her cheek.
The hair was soft, carrying her unique sweet fragrance.
Then he bent down and placed a cherishing kiss gently on her forehead.
The warm touch made his heart tremble.
Suddenly! A sharp, piercing alarm blared throughout the entire villa, loud enough to burst eardrums! The sound came from downstairs—someone must have triggered the infrared beams! Red lights flashed rapidly in the room, the frequency almost blinding!
Emma's eyes flew open, her pupils contracting sharply from the shock.
The man in black quickly hid behind the curtain. Sure enough, she wasn't safe—there was another intruder.
The door suddenly burst open. A man in black charged in, lunging straight for Emma's bed.
"Ah!" Emma jumped off the bed in fright, tripped, and her whole body fell backward.
Just as that guy lunged forward, another figure emerged from behind the curtain. He caught her soft body with one arm, then turned and precisely stabbed his dagger into the black-clad man's hand, before lifting his long leg and kicking hard.
The man in black groaned in pain, clutching his wounded hand as he was kicked two meters away.
"Let me go!" Emma struggled hard in fear. She was being held by Nicholas. He wore an eye mask, had a tall build, and still carried the scent of tulips—he'd come through the garden.
Could this man and the other one in black be from different groups?
Unexpectedly, he lowered his head and kissed her lips precisely.
Emma's mind went completely blank.
The man in black in front of them was clearly stunned by this move too, seeming a bit at a loss.
The door was kicked open again. Three security personnel rushed in and immediately went after the other man in black.
The man holding Emma quickly stepped onto the balcony, leaped down, and disappeared into the vast darkness of night.
Soon, the man in black in the room was caught. The lights came on. Emma's face was pale, still in shock.
"Emma, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Tom rushed forward, gripping her shoulders with both hands, quickly checking her body.
"I... I'm fine." Emma was a bit disoriented. The impact had been too much.
Tom thought she was just frightened. "I'm sorry, this was my oversight. I'll guard outside your door. You can sleep peacefully."
He checked the infrared devices, then said with confusion, "How did one break?"
Soon, he tightened the loose screw before closing the door.
Emma stared wide-eyed, unable to sleep now. Thinking about that strange man—could there be perverts in Rockford Town too? She couldn't help but shudder.
The night was deep, but tonight's starlight was unusually bright.
Nicholas held a glass of red wine, the crimson liquid gently swirling in the glass. He stood by the window, his tall figure facing away from the room, his gaze directed toward the endless dark sea outside.
The sea breeze blew past, carrying a salty dampness, but it couldn't dispel the heaviness between his brows. In his eyes, it was impossible to tell if he was happy or troubled.
Charlie approached quietly, barely daring to breathe. He asked tentatively, "Mr. Harrison, did you... see Mrs. Harrison?"
Nicholas didn't turn around. His voice was cold, as if frozen.
"Have Hannah stay close, guard Villa 13." He paused, then added, "Tonight, an outsider broke in."
Charlie's heart tightened.
Nicholas gripped his wine glass tighter. The dangerous moment from earlier flashed through his mind, his heart still constricting. If he hadn't been there, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
She could have been hurt!
This thought made the cold air around him even more intense. This broken town—seemingly isolated from the world, but what good was the lockdown? Still no peace. He had to get her out of here as soon as possible.
Charlie quickly bowed. "Yes, Mr. Harrison, I'll arrange it right away."
He couldn't help asking one more question, his voice even lower, "Then... did Mrs. Harrison recognize you?"
Nicholas finally turned around slowly, his tall figure casting a long shadow in the moonlight.
He shook his head, his expression unreadable.
Charlie's eyes darted around. He cleared his throat and continued, "Mr. Harrison, in two days it's the Harvest Festival here. I've asked around—it's a big deal!"
He grew more excited as he spoke, "I heard that all the single men and women in town will attend a grand masquerade ball that day!
"Not only that, they'll confess to the people they love at the ball! And then everyone will make wishes together!"
Charlie rubbed his hands together, hoping Nicholas would praise him. "Mr. Harrison, think about it—such a perfect moment, if you confessed to Mrs. Harrison... it would definitely have unexpected results."
Nicholas finally reacted. "Oh."
He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone rising, carrying both scrutiny and mockery, just staring at Charlie like that.
Charlie felt his heart go cold under that gaze, his back instantly chilling.
He suddenly remembered that globally sensational live broadcast confession—the scene was unbearable, ultimately too embarrassing. Nicholas's confession had completely failed.
Thinking of this, Charlie quickly straightened his chest, putting on a determined expression. "Mr. Harrison! This time, I guarantee absolutely nothing will go wrong!"
He bit his lip and steeled himself, "If it doesn't work this time... I'll request a transfer to Luminous City myself!"
Nicholas's lips twitched, seeming to smile but not quite. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried bone-chilling coldness.
"Why waste the airfare? Just throw you down to feed the fish—wouldn't that be more efficient?"
Charlie fell silent. He wanted to take back what he'd just said.
The next day, the sunshine was almost blindingly bright.
Emma's mood brightened along with it. She went shopping at the local market with Tom. The marketplace was crowded and lively.
Various colorful local handicrafts filled the stalls, and the air was filled with the aroma of different foods, making mouths water.
"Wow, Tom, look at this! So cute!" Emma picked up a handmade woven craft, her eyes sparkling.
Tom followed beside her, his face showing a gentle smile, responding occasionally.
Not far away, a tall figure trailed behind them like a ghost. The man wore a baseball cap, deliberately hiding his stunning features.
When Nicholas saw Emma smiling radiantly at that young man, the two chatting and laughing, their atmosphere painfully harmonious, the temperature around him dropped sharply.
That smile—how long had it been since she'd shown it to him?
A nameless fury shot up instantly, igniting him.
He shot a sharp look.
In the crowd, Hannah received the signal. She discreetly left her hiding spot and walked straight toward Tom and Emma.
Her steps were light, looking just like an ordinary tourist.
Just as she brushed past Tom—
"Oh!" Hannah suddenly cried out, her body going soft as she fell straight toward Tom.
Tom reacted quickly, instinctively reaching out to catch her.
"Miss, are you alright?" he asked with concern.
Hannah's face was pale, fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her hand clutching her chest in a delicate manner.
Her voice was weak and broken, "I... I feel dizzy... my heart... my heart is racing..."
She lifted her watery eyes, looking pitifully at Tom, "Could you... could you take me to the hospital?"
Tom frowned slightly. Emma also looked at Hannah with some concern, "How are you feeling? Is it serious?"
She said to Tom, "You should take this lady to the hospital quickly, don't delay. I'll be fine, I'll just browse around that street ahead. Come find me when you're done."
Tom nodded. "Okay, be careful."
He took out his phone and quickly made a call, giving instructions in a low voice—probably arranging for new security personnel to take over.
After doing all this, he carefully supported the "weak and frail" Hannah and slowly left the bustling market.
Emma watched them leave before continuing her browsing.
Tom was supporting Hannah. Just as they reached a quiet corner, Hannah, who had been swaying unsteadily a second ago, suddenly had a sharp look in her eyes. Her movements were lightning fast.
She pulled back her elbow and struck precisely at the back of Tom's neck!
Tom only managed to mumble, "You..." before his vision went black and he collapsed limply.
Hannah steadily caught his large body, dragged him to a nearby bench, and even carefully adjusted him into a comfortable position, making him look like he'd fallen asleep from exhaustion.
After finishing all this, she dusted off her hands and looked at the unconscious Tom, a contemptuous smile playing at her lips.
"With your level of skill, you want to protect others?"
"Amateur!"
She muttered under her breath, turned, and her figure quickly disappeared around the corner.
Emma walked slowly forward. She lifted her head slightly, eyes closed. The air carried a sweet fragrance. She took a deep breath.
Following the scent, she entered a flower shop. When she came out, she was holding a bouquet of purple flowers—the color was rich and eye-catching.
She curved her lips slightly, a small, satisfied smile.
Nicholas stood not far away, just watching her. That pleased little expression made his heart feel like it was being scratched by a cat's paw—itchy. He wanted to rush forward, wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her tight!
He struggled to restrain himself, his hands unconsciously clenching, his gaze hot enough to burn through someone. His long legs stood straight like a rooted pine, just watching her, motionless.
Suddenly, from an old building nearby, on a third-floor balcony, two children were playing noisily, their shouts piercing.
On the balcony edge sat two flower pots, shaking violently with soil, teetering on the brink of falling.
In a moment, they would crash onto Emma's head.
But she was completely unaware, her head lowered as she smelled the purple flowers in her hands, a smile still on her lips.
Danger was right there! The flower pot suddenly tipped over, falling...