Chapter 122 Don't Be Afraid, Baby, Hubby Is Here
Mr. West was almost losing control from Emma's kiss. He changed his strategy, picked up the burning hot Emma in his arms, and walked to the natural hot spring in the backyard of the room.
He immersed her entire body in the warm spring water.
The moment she touched the water, Emma struggled violently, splashing water everywhere, like a dying person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.
She was afraid of water, that bone-deep fear.
Mr. West was caught off guard and got pulled by her, tumbling into the spring.
Water droplets splashed onto his golden mask, reflecting blurry spots of light.
He reacted extremely fast, one strong arm tightly wrapping around her waist to prevent her from sinking.
Wrapped in warm water and firmly controlled by him, Emma slowly opened her eyes.
Through the steamy mist, her eyes seemed to have a moment of clarity.
She saw clearly the masked man in front of her, strange and dangerous.
"Don't come near me!" She pushed him away forcefully.
Then, she suddenly plunged her entire head into the water, forcing herself to become sober.
"Emma!" He was startled and quickly reached out to pull her up.
She was lifted from the water by him, leaning on his shoulder, coughing from choking, then burst into tears.
That crying sound was heartbreaking.
Her mouth was still mumbling "don't come near," but her body instinctively moved closer to him, craving the slight coolness and support from his body.
Two extreme emotions were tearing at each other inside her, almost making her collapse.
He gently patted her back, constantly whispering in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, don't be afraid."
His voice seemed to carry some kind of magic.
He cupped her face and took the initiative to kiss her lips. This kiss was burning hot and forceful, carrying an undeniable possession.
He wanted to personally be her antidote. If this dragged on any longer, she would really die, her body exploding.
As this kiss intensified, the spring water also became scalding hot.
He lifted and held her up, making her turn around, back against the smooth stone wall by the spring's edge.
And she was straddling him.
A position that was commanding from above, yet completely controlled.
The spring water covered his waist and abdomen, his soaked clothes showing beautiful muscle lines, full of oppressive power.
Just as he was kissing her, kissing her until she was lost in confusion, about to completely surrender.
Emma suddenly used all her strength to tightly hug his head, burying her face in the side of his neck, and cried.
Not the previous loud wailing, but suppressed, desperate sobbing.
Her body was trembling badly.
She struggled to squeeze out a few broken words from her throat, "Don't... don't touch me... please..."
She was using the last thread of remaining reason to fight a desperate battle against the drug that was destroying everything.
He stopped his movements, a corner of his heart painfully stabbed.
He gently kissed away the tears on her cheeks, coaxing her with unprecedented tenderness, "Don't be afraid, baby, your husband is here..."
At this moment, he just wanted to remove all the defenses and burdens in her heart.
Tell her that the one holding her now wasn't some scary strange man.
It was him... Nicholas!
When she heard the words "your husband," her body clearly stiffened for a moment.
But the hazy drug effect prevented her from thinking clearly. She seemed to have heard it, yet also seemed to not have registered it at all.
She just kept shaking her head, tears pouring out, "Don't..."
She was in extreme pain, tears like broken beads, rolling down continuously, burning his skin.
At this moment, Nicholas hesitated inside.
If he possessed her today as Mr. West.
Then, once she woke up, the two of them would inevitably form a deadly grudge with no room for reconciliation.
But if he possessed her as Nicholas... after she woke up, perhaps she would never forgive him for taking advantage of her vulnerability.
Then, he would completely lose her.
Finally, he tenderly kissed her continuously falling tears.
Then, carefully lifted her from the hot spring, wrapped her in a large bath towel, and carried her toward the room.
He made a phone call urging for the antidote, his tone irritable.
Soon after, a knock sounded at the door, and a bottle of emerald green medicinal oil was delivered.
He quickly opened the cap, brought the medicinal oil close to her nostrils and gently waved it, then applied some behind her ears and on her palms, gently rubbing it in.
A crisp medicinal fragrance entered her nose. Her rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and her tense body slowly relaxed.
Before long, she quietly fell asleep.
He carefully removed her soaked clothes and took out clean, soft silk pajamas to change her into.
Then, he forcefully suppressed the desire in his body and gently embraced her, letting her rest on his arm.
He just held her like that, quietly watching over her.
She had long become his entire world!
And he, unknowingly sinking deeper, falling further and further.
It was time to end everything here. He would take her back to Emerald City and make her his wife once again!
...
In a guesthouse room not far from the airport, the air was filled with the smell of blood and medicine.
Sheryl held her breath, the tip of the tweezers steadily gripping the bullet embedded in Matthew's arm muscle.
"Hiss..." Matthew drew in a sharp breath, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat rolling down.
But he clenched his teeth, not making a sound.
His mind was full of images of Emma being taken away by that bastard Mr. West. What would she, drugged, go through?
The jealous fire was almost burning him crazy! Just a little more... he could have taken her away.
"Done." Sheryl said softly, throwing the bloody bullet into the plate with a crisp collision sound.
She lowered her head, carefully wrapping bandages around him, her movements gentle.
Suddenly, a hand like an iron clamp grabbed her throat!
Matthew's eyes burned with two terrifying flames, his voice ice-cold and piercing, "The Ylang, did you release it?"
Sheryl's whole body trembled, her breathing suddenly difficult.
"I... I just wanted to help you, Matthew..." she explained with difficulty, her eyes full of terror.
"Help me?" Matthew's lips curved into a cruel arc, the force of his hand increasing, "That car lock, did you open it too?"
His gaze was sharper than a knife, as if he wanted to execute her by a thousand cuts.
Sheryl's face turned red from being choked, almost unable to breathe. She gave up struggling and instead met his violent gaze, saying word by word, "Yes."
"If she... didn't leave, you... would surely die!"
This time, Jack wasn't here, and no one would come to save her again.
Sheryl's lips gradually turned purple-blue, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes. All these years, following him like a dog, loving him so humbly it was in the dust.
Finally, she could be free! She could stop loving him.
Just as she thought she was about to suffocate, the force on her neck suddenly loosened.
Matthew forcefully threw her hard onto the bed beside them, frantically tearing at her clothes.
Before Sheryl could react, Matthew's tall figure had already pressed down on her.
...
At the same time, in the central area of Luminous City's East District, a terrifying explosion came, flames shooting into the sky!
The once famous Red House instantly turned into scorched earth.
From this day on, there would be no more Red House in Luminous City.
Hawk's tall figure emerged from the smoke-filled ruins, his whole body emanating suffocating murderous aura.
In his hand, he was dragging an old man who was barely alive, like dragging a dead dog.
The old man was thrown on the ground by him.
His sharp gaze swept over the dozens of black-clad bodyguards in front of him, full of killing intent.
"Search!" Hawk's voice was ice-cold, "Even if you have to turn the entire Luminous City upside down, you must find her!"
"Yes!" After the earth-shaking response, the mass of people quickly dispersed, surging toward every corner like a tide.
At this moment, a little boy with conspicuous red hair timidly walked up to Hawk.
He raised his small face and gathered courage to say, "Can you let him go? I'll take you to find that lady."
Hawk looked down, his sharp gaze falling on the boy, examining him.
At this time, Evelyn, locked in an iron cage, was being jolted until she felt dizzy. She felt like she was about to fall apart.
Finally, she was carried into a huge warehouse, surrounded by piles of messy goods, with a musty smell in the air.
Not far away were several worn-out sofas, with a particularly large television in the middle.
What was this place? Before she could figure it out, the warehouse door was suddenly pushed open.
A bald man walked in.
When Evelyn saw his face clearly, she gasped in fright and shrank back into the corner of the cage.
Half of the bald man's face looked like it had been burned, the skin wrinkled and showing a terrifying dark red color, forming a stark contrast with the other normal side of his face. His features were so grotesque they made one's scalp tingle.
He carried a baseball bat on his shoulder, followed by more than a dozen shifty-looking men, all ugly and slovenly dressed, clearly some low-level thugs.
The bald man was about to speak when a lackey stumbled in, out of breath.
"Duke! This is bad!"
"Red House... Red House has been burned down! Earl has also been caught by Hawk's people!"
"What did you say?!" The bald man called Duke's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, his face becoming even more distorted.
Duke flew into a rage. He suddenly turned around, grabbed a thick iron rod nearby, rushed to Evelyn's iron cage, and swung it down hard!
Accompanied by a deafening noise, the iron cage shook violently.
Evelyn was scared out of her wits, screaming, huddled tightly in the innermost part of the cage, trembling all over, not daring to breathe.
"Damn it!"
Duke was jumping with rage, going to the other side and violently smashing the cage.
Evelyn could only dodge left and right in the cage in terror following his movements, afraid that the iron rod would hit her the next second.
He was simply a madman! A pervert!
She regretted it so much her intestines turned green. Why did she shake off Hawk's bodyguards back then? Would Hawk come to save her?
But they hadn't even had an intimate relationship. She wasn't important to him at all.
Emma had no hope at all. A sense of powerless despair instantly gripped her heart.
Duke got tired of smashing and casually threw the iron rod aside.
He sat on the worn-out sofa not far away, panting heavily, tilting his chin at his subordinates nearby.
"Bring that thing over!"
Two subordinates clumsily pushed that huge television in front of the cage.
Duke grinned, showing a twisted smile, half good face half ghost face, making Evelyn's heart go cold.
"Miss, didn't you want to find Theo? After all these years, he should roll out and show himself!"
The TV screen flickered and lit up.
A man appeared in the picture. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, looking heroic and compelling. It was exactly Theo, the brother Evelyn had been thinking about day and night!
"Theo!"
Evelyn's eyes widened, almost unable to believe it. She was so excited her eyes turned red!
'Emma, where are you? I saw Theo!'