Chapter 118 If You Marry Me, You Can Leave Directly
Emma's heart skipped a beat, and her feet instinctively shuffled backward.
This man radiated a suffocating sense of danger from head to toe.
Mr. West slowly lowered his head, his warm breath almost touching her skin, those deep eyes locked onto her with clear intent—he was going to kiss her.
"Mr. West!"
Emma suddenly raised her voice, with a tremor she herself hadn't noticed.
"Want to experience being poisoned again?"
He paused, but the corner of his mouth curved into a carefree smile, his deep voice carrying a bewitching magnetism.
He hadn't taken that pill at all. He knew she was just trying to scare him. At this moment, an even stronger possessiveness churned in his eyes.
"Scared of me?" He chuckled softly. "This is my territory. You can't escape."
His fingers gently lifted her chin with undeniable force.
Emma's tense nerves suddenly relaxed in an instant. She suddenly smiled, her eyes sparkling with a hint of cunning.
"Mr. West, stop teasing me. We're both adults—these games are pointless."
She paused, lowering her voice seductively.
"How about we talk business instead? After all, Dr. N's value isn't just a beautiful body, don't you think?"
After hearing this, he raised an eyebrow with interest, but the oppressive feeling didn't diminish one bit—instead, it gained a playful edge.
He released her, but his fingertips ambiguously brushed across her lips, his voice lazy.
"I don't think that's pointless at all. It depends on who you're playing with."
His smile carried a wild, unrestrained quality, his burning gaze fixed on her as if he wanted to devour her.
Seeing her fear, he pushed further. "If you marry me, no one in Luminous City would dare touch a hair on your head. You could walk sideways, do whatever you want."
The words hit like a bombshell.
Emma's smile remained unchanged, but her tone cooled slightly. "Sorry, Mr. West, I already have a husband."
The man's brow twitched almost imperceptibly. She still remembered she had a husband?
Tenderness suddenly overflowed from his eyes, his tone mocking.
"Oh? You have a husband? Then why hasn't he shown up to protect you? Seems like your relationship isn't that great."
Emma maintained her smile, but it now carried more determination.
"He has his own things to handle. I just happened to come here for a vacation."
She looked straight into his eyes, each word clear and distinct.
"And I love him very much."
Her simple statement was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, stirring up tremendous waves in his heart.
These words seemed to have some magic power, making that long-dormant heart in his chest suddenly explode.
Enormous energy surged wildly through his limbs, catching him off guard.
The air froze for a moment. He quickly reined in his exposed emotions, but those eyes became even more unfathomable.
"Today's life-saving favor doesn't come cheap."
He suddenly spoke, his tone carrying both playfulness and undeniable dominance.
"Miss NOVA, you'd better remember it well. One day, I'll come to collect personally."
Emma's lips curved. "Of course. Mr. West, I wouldn't dare forget your kindness."
Who knew that at the critical moment, using Nicholas would work so well!
She changed the subject, her eyes bright. "I wonder if I could discuss a deal with you?"
His eyes clearly brightened, seemingly very interested in this deal.
Emma continued, "I want to find someone. Could I possibly rent your squad, Mr. West?"
Hearing this, he sneered, the warmth in his eyes instantly cooling.
"The price is high. You can't afford it." His tone carried undisguised contempt. "Women should stay in safe places. Fighting and killing isn't suitable for you."
He seemed somewhat angry. After saying this, he abruptly turned and strode out, his tall figure carrying an imposing presence.
Emma watched his retreating figure, wanting to say more. "My friend..."
The butler at the door spoke up timely, his voice respectful but firm.
"Miss NOVA, our people will go pick up your friend. You needn't worry."
After speaking, the butler bowed slightly, then gently closed the door.
The room returned to silence.
Emma let out a soft breath and walked to the window.
This Mr. West was truly unpredictable and moody.
Just as annoying as Nicholas!
By now, the sky had darkened, and various insect sounds echoed through the forest.
Tom finally found the injured Hannah in an abandoned logging camp cabin.
She was leaning against the wall, her face pale as paper, the left shoulder of her clothes stained red with blood—a shocking sight.
"How are you?" Tom rushed forward, his voice carrying an urgency he himself hadn't noticed.
Tom quickly found a crude first aid kit and opened it. The contents were pitifully sparse.
"The bullet must be removed." He said in a low voice. "But there's no anesthetic here."
"Don't need it." Hannah's voice was somewhat hoarse but exceptionally calm.
Tom said no more, picking up a sterilized knife and tweezers.
He carefully cut open the clothes on her shoulder, exposing smooth skin and that gruesome bullet wound.
Blood was still seeping out. He held his breath, the tweezers in his hand steadily probing into the wound.
Hannah's body tensed almost imperceptibly, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her lips bitten white by herself.
But from beginning to end, she truly didn't make a single sound.
Tom's heart felt like something had grabbed it, a mixture of heartache and admiration welling up.
His movements became faster, and gentler.
With a soft sound, the blood-stained bullet was tossed into the enamel plate beside them.
He quickly bandaged her up, then squatted down in front of her. "I'll carry you."
Night had fallen. This godforsaken place wasn't safe to stay in.
She weakly pushed him away. "No need. Someone will come get me." A cufflink on her sleeve flashed with a faint blue light.
He asked again, "You're one of Mr. West's people?"
Hannah's eyes were cold. "Don't ask what you shouldn't. Otherwise, I'll knock you out again!"
Tom was speechless.
......
Seven Wines Bar—the largest bar in Luminous City.
Bright lights and flowing wine, the air filled with the ambiguous scent of expensive perfume mixed with alcohol.
Every corner was full of extravagant atmosphere.
Evelyn took a deep breath, walked straight over, and pushed open the private room door.
Inside the room, smoke swirled.
On the central sofa, Hawk was sunk into the soft leather, his posture lazy yet carrying undeniable oppressive force.
He was a natural-born leader, noble and distant. A hot-bodied beauty leaned on each side, giggling as they fed him fruit.
Two other men nearby were similarly embraced by women, being fed drinks from glasses, with soft coaxing voices.
Seeing Evelyn burst in, Hawk's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly.
His deep eyes narrowed, a cold light flashing.
"Go back!" He spoke, his voice not loud but full of commanding authority. "This isn't where you should be."
Evelyn steadied herself, forcing out a polite smile. "Sorry to disturb your fun, Mr. Zane. As long as you agree to help me find someone, I'll leave immediately."
Hawk's lips curved into a mocking, cold smile.
"Find someone?" His gaze seemed to see right through her. "What bargaining chips do you have left?"
Evelyn looked straight into his eyes, each word deliberate. "Whatever you want, I can give you."
Hawk studied her, those bottomless eyes churning with emotion.
"Anything?" He repeated, drawing out the words with a playful tone. "Then strip!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears in the room.
"Let everyone see if your bargaining chip is worth enough."
He was deliberately making things difficult for her, humiliating her this way, wanting her to back down.
But unexpectedly, Evelyn didn't even blink.
She reached out and without hesitation pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. The silky fabric slid down along her graceful curves, pooling at her ankles.
Only black lace lingerie remained, outlining her perfect hourglass figure.
Her skin was snow-white, dazzlingly bright in the dim light of the private room. The visually impactful scene instantly froze the originally noisy atmosphere.
Under everyone's gaze, Hawk's expression completely darkened, anger rolling in his eyes like it would devour everything.
"Everyone out!" A furious roar, carrying irresistible authority.
The people in the room scrambled out, afraid that being a second slower would cost them their lives.
He reached out, his rough fingertips forcefully gripping her chin, forcing her to look up.
"Want me to sleep with you?"
But Evelyn smiled, her smile bright, even carrying some defiance.
"I bet you'd get angry." Her voice was soft but each word clear. "Admit it, Hawk. You like me."
Her words drove Hawk crazy. The fire in his eyes burned even fiercer.
The next second, he suddenly pressed her down onto the sofa behind her. Before she could react, he fiercely bit down on her lips.
This wasn't a simple kiss. It carried punishment, anger, and a hint of loss of control he himself hadn't noticed.
The taste of blood spread in both their mouths. Her lips were stained crimson red, a shocking sight.
Hawk suddenly stood up and strode out without looking back.
Damn it!
This woman always had ways to push his boundaries and make him lose control!
Evelyn gently touched her stinging lip with her fingertip, looking at that trace of bright red.
She curved her lips.
She was certain—Hawk wasn't just her protector here, he was also her Number Seventeen!
......
Meanwhile, in a heavily guarded villa in the wealthy district of Luminous City, Matthew was in a furious rage.
"Are you all useless?"
A precious antique vase was violently smashed to the ground by him, instantly shattering into pieces, fragments flying everywhere.
His subordinates were silent as cicadas in winter, heads bowed, not daring to breathe loudly.
"Sent out so many people, and you still can't bring back one woman? And let her fall into danger?" Matthew's voice was full of irritation and impatience.
He had to take Emma away before Nicholas arrived.
But he never imagined that Nicholas had already arrived...