Chapter 121 She Kissed Him, Silently Seeking Help
"Matthew, stop the car!" Emma struggled to squeeze out a few words, but he only held her tighter.
Emma's whole body went limp, she had no strength left to push him away.
She bit her lower lip, her nails digging deep into her palms, desperately trying to maintain the last bit of clarity in her mind.
She couldn't let him succeed... she had to hold on, she had to escape!
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll take you home, to our home."
He kept kissing her fragrant hair, trying hard to restrain himself.
Once they got on the plane, he could properly satisfy her desires!
In the passenger seat, Sheryl watched through the rearview mirror as the two embraced intimately in the back.
Her heart felt like something was gripping it tightly, then tearing it open, bloody and raw.
The scene hurt her eyes.
Suddenly, a huge roar came from far and near, like thunder rolling across the sky. A helicopter was chasing them at high speed.
Matthew quickly rolled down the window.
In the blinding sunlight, at the cabin door, a golden mask reflected a cold gleam, so bright it was hard to keep your eyes open.
It was Mr. West! He actually came after them!
Matthew's pupils suddenly contracted. Damn it! A shell whistled through the air, and with a huge explosion, it went off about three hundred meters ahead of the car. Flames shot up into the sky. The driver jerked the steering wheel, the piercing sound of brakes tearing through the air as the car was forced to stop in the middle of the road.
The helicopter hovered nearby, and a rope ladder quickly dropped down.
Mr. West's signature golden mask appeared first, followed by five team members in black combat gear, sliding down smoothly to the ground.
Matthew pushed open the car door, his face dark.
From another car covering the rear, four bodyguards also quickly got out, surrounding Matthew in the center.
The air instantly froze.
The two groups, separated by only a few dozen meters, faced off in tense silence.
That familiar burning sensation surged up again. Matthew desperately controlled the fierce desire in his body.
His clenched fists showed bulging veins, his knuckles white from the pressure.
He forced out a stiff smile, but his voice was terrifyingly calm.
"Mr. West, long time no see."
"I should have visited you earlier. I didn't expect we'd meet this way."
"How rude of me!"
Mr. West's eyes, hidden behind the mask, were as sharp as a hawk's, staring coldly at Matthew.
"Cut the crap. Leave the person, and you get out of Luminous City."
His voice carried no warmth, each word like ice.
Matthew maintained his surface composure, though fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
"Mr. West, you're joking. The person in the car is my wife. She's not the one you're looking for."
Mr. West let out a cold laugh full of mockery.
"Ha, wife?"
"Today, even if it's an ant trying to leave Luminous City, if I don't agree, you can't take it away!"
Before he finished speaking, he lifted his foot to walk toward Matthew's black car.
Matthew's alarm bells rang, fury burning in his eyes.
"Mr. West!" He raised his voice. "We can make a deal. Just let me get to the airport safely, and you can name your terms!"
This was Matthew's final compromise.
However, Mr. West acted like he'd heard the biggest joke.
He suddenly pulled out a black pistol from his waist, moving so fast no one could react.
The bullet shot precisely into Matthew's right arm, blood instantly staining his white shirt.
"You steal my person and dare to negotiate with me? Are you worthy?"
Mr. West's voice was cold to the extreme, with undisguised killing intent.
"Get them!"
Both sides' men almost simultaneously pulled their triggers the moment the gunshot rang out.
Dense gunfire was deafening, bullets crisscrossing through the air, sparks flying. Bullets hitting the bulletproof glass made piercing sounds.
The scene instantly descended into chaos, the air thick with gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood.
At this critical moment.
The car door was suddenly pushed open from inside.
Emma held onto the door, stumbling out from the other side.
Her face was pale as paper, her steps unsteady, as if she might collapse at any moment.
She just stood there in the middle of the fierce crossfire, the wind blowing her messy hair across most of her face.
Matthew's heart stopped, all the blood rushing to his head.
"Emma!" he cried out.
Mr. West was also shocked by this sudden turn of events. He quickly raised his hand, signaling his men to cease fire.
"Stop!"
The gunfire stopped abruptly. The chaotic battlefield fell eerily silent, leaving only the heavy roar of the helicopter and the wind.
Matthew's eyes were bloodshot. Ignoring his arm injury, he was about to rush over to grab her.
"You dare take one step forward, and I'll bury you here!"
Mr. West's cold voice rang out again, full of undeniable authority.
Then he turned to Emma, his voice unconsciously softening a bit, carrying a complex emotion.
"Miss NOVA, come here! I'm here to take you home."
Matthew also ignored the severe pain in his arm, shouting toward Emma, "Emma! Don't listen to him! I'll take you to find James! Come with me!"
His voice was full of anxiety and pleading.
Emma kept her head down, her long hair covering all her expressions.
No one could see her face clearly at that moment.
Under the tense gaze of both men, she suddenly lifted her foot.
One step, two steps... she staggered, actually running toward Mr. West's direction.
Seeing this, Mr. West immediately strode forward, catching her firmly just as her body was about to fall.
He pulled her weak body tightly into his arms, his anxious heart finally settling back in his chest.
His voice carried a barely detectable tremor, "It's okay now!"
Those three words were incredibly gentle, yet carried a suffocating possessiveness.
Matthew was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place.
He watched this scene helplessly, his heart feeling like a piece had been torn out, the pain making it hard to breathe.
"Emma!" he screamed desperately, "Don't go with him! Come back to me!"
But Mr. West no longer looked at him, just held Emma and quickly retreated.
His five well-trained team members immediately stepped forward, forming an impenetrable protective barrier, blocking Matthew and his men outside.
Mr. West, holding Emma, climbed up the rope ladder smoothly.
The helicopter's propellers created a huge airflow, kicking up dust from the ground.
The aircraft quickly climbed, then turned around and flew away without looking back.
After the helicopter took off, the five team members didn't continue attacking and quickly withdrew, preparing to leave.
Sheryl's face was deathly pale. She quickly got out of the passenger seat and ran to Matthew's side, supporting his swaying body.
"Matthew, are you okay? Your injury..."
But Matthew acted as if he hadn't heard her.
He stared fixedly at the helicopter flying farther and farther away, finally disappearing into the horizon.
Those eyes, usually deep and charming, now churned with endless hatred and fierce killing intent.
As if wanting to burn that aircraft to ashes!
The roar of the helicopter's turbines gradually subsided as it landed on the helipad at Tianshui Peak Hot Spring Mountain.
Dusk was approaching.
The mountaintop was stained with a red glow, bright red like blood, shocking to see.
This hot spring was very famous in Luminous City, but he had cleared it out early.
"It's okay, we're here." Mr. West's voice was low, carrying a calming power.
He turned to her, his tone gentle, "Are you hurt?"
He noticed her condition was very wrong.
Emma's palms were clenched tight, her nails embedded deep, wet with blood.
She had been desperately enduring, the strange burning sensation in her body almost swallowing her whole.
The last bit of rationality had long since crumbled.
"I feel terrible..." Her voice was weak, with a broken tremor.
Only then did Mr. West see clearly that her face was flushed, her eyes unfocused, her whole body so weak she had no strength. She had obviously been drugged.
That dizziness and weakness made it difficult for her to even stand steady.
Fury exploded in his heart!
That bastard Matthew! He dared to use such despicable methods on her!
He suddenly regretted not shooting him in the head earlier!
"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here!" He suppressed his anger, his voice even softer, carefully supporting her.
But Emma suddenly grabbed onto him like a lifeline, holding him tight, her burning breath hitting his neck.
She opened her mouth and bit hard on his neck, then kissed his lips without restraint.
This kiss was wild, with desperate recklessness, like releasing a beast rampaging inside her body.
Her teeth bit his lower lip, causing sharp pain.
He couldn't care about that now. He picked her up and strode toward the prepared room.
In the luxurious room, he carefully placed her on the soft bed.
Then he turned and rushed to the bathroom, turning on the cold water tap.
The sound of rushing water filled the air.
When he came out, Emma was no longer on the bed.
His heart tightened. Finally, he found her curled up in a corner of the room.
Her eyes were unfocused, biting her lower lip hard until blood appeared, but she was still using all her strength to shout, "Get out! Don't... don't come near me!"
That voice, scared and trembling, made his heart clench.
Mr. West felt terrible for her. He slowly crouched down, trying to approach her, wanting to take her to soak in cold water.
"Emma, be good, a cold bath will make you feel much better."
Unexpectedly, as if stimulated, she suddenly went crazy pulling her own hair, squeezing out suppressed screams from her throat.
"No! Don't touch me!"
Mr. West watched her self-destructive behavior, his heart aching.
"Okay, okay, I won't touch you." He softened his voice, like coaxing a frightened child. "I'll just take you to the bathroom, okay? Trust me."
The moment he touched her body, Emma acted as if struck by an electric current. Her body uncontrollably lunged at him, holding him tight again, kissing his lips fiercely.
This wasn't a kiss at all—it was devouring, a desperate cry for help...