I was kind of flabbergasted as it seemed like I was going to play hero to save a damsel in distress.
But I'm no hero, and there's no beauty.
Hector shot me with a glare before growling, "Who are you? Why do you fucking get in without my permission?"
I purposely camouflaged myself with a black face mask and a cap. Had it not been for Emelia's safety, I'd have smacked a fist into his face recklessly, but the fact was I was expected to be cautious as I cared about Emelia.
I lowered my voice and uttered, "An avenger."
Then I marched toward Hector who was, however, poised, and sneered, "The joke is on you as I own this place. I dare you!"
Without a word, I abruptly grabbed a wine bottle in my hand and threw it in his face, which scared him away as the bottle was crashed against the wall and broken into splintered pieces with a sharp noise.
Hector was shocked to death and roared, "What the hell are you doing?"
"To hit the shit out of you, bitch!" Then I moved fast in his face in a second and strangled him with my bare hands.
He was choked, and his face turned blood-red, his eyes popping out, while he was insanely struggled to hammer me on my back. He eyed me in the way he'd devour me.
"Help! Somebody, help!" Hector's hoarse bellow was drowned in the loud music.
Plus, the two bodyguards outside had already been handled by me.
Fury coursed through my body as I glared at Hector's disgusting face. He's the one who insulted Emelia in public and rumored that Emelia's life was made into a living hell by him.
I strangled him harder and he began to roll his eyes. With one less breath, he was going to die.
"Do you know how much I'd like to kill you?" The angry words bit out of me one by one before I let go of his neck.
Getting rid of my control, he sank onto the ground and panted.
His face was bloodless as if he was sucked into a swamp.
Arrogant and condescending as he was, he was almost strangled to death by some avenger.
What a shame!
After putting himself together, he winced and huffed, "an avenger, huh? I'm calling my men."
Find helpers? My lips curled into a sneer.
It's not that I feared his men, but I really had little time to waste on them. It's him that I wanted to torture with. To etch the helpless and desperate pain into his heart and bone.
Yet he had zero chance to get back to me after I left. What a pity for him!
I didn't let go of him until he gave up his struggle. Then I strode toward the sofa and sank myself into it, ordering, "kneel down."
"What?" Hector was shocked as if he heard something unbelievable.
"Kneel down," I repeated coldly.
"What's the fucking wrong with you?" Hector roared with his blood-red eyes. "You want me on my knees? Screw you!"
My lips quirked up as I stood up to kick him, but he tried to play hero, lunging at me with growls. However, his small physique meant nothing to me.
As a result, he was kicked down to the ground by me again, spitting blood on the ground. He looked extremely painful.
"On your knees, now!" I insisted coldly, leaving no room for denial.
Hector fearfully stared at me as he finally succumbed to my order.
Except the two bodyguards at the door, he didn't have any lackeys around as he purposely arranged the private room for his sex. Now it seemed like the bodyguards were scared away or they were still in unconsciousness.
When he knelt on his knees, I could tell his shame and bitterness as he gritted his teeth tightly.
I flashed a content smile and patted him on his face. "I can smell your desire to retaliate me, but I suggest you fucking save it."
In silence, I could read his resentment as he was dying for his revenge.
When I was about to leave, I glimpsed at Nora lying in the corner of the couch like a lifeless corpse. I hesitated for a moment before throwing her over my shoulder, then I carried her out of the room.
After about twenty minutes, I took her to a hotel. When I checked in, the assistant's I-know-what-you-did gaze made me embarrassed.
"Gosh…"
Depressed and panting, I sank into the couch in the room after dumping Nora in the bed.
Maybe it was the lack of exercise in the morning these days that made me exhausted from carrying a girl all they way to the room.
I was about to leave after the rest when Nora suddenly said, "Water…thirsty…"
So, I had no choice but to give her drinking water.
That's when I realized that she blushed scarlet with burning-hot skin, her lips utterly dry, her eyes alluringly squinting.
My eyebrows furrowed as I found that she probably was drugged by Hector the douchebag.
Half an hour had passed, but she was still burn in lust, even worse. Her high temperature would damage her brain.
Now I was stuck in a dilemma as I debated whether to fuck her or not.
But I quickly get rid of the thought. On the one hand, never would I fuck an unconscious woman; on the other hand, I love my Emelia rather than Nora. Beautiful and hot as Nora was, I'm not into her.
However, I was too kind to see her suffer the pain.
Suddenly, I got an idea and rushed to the bathroom to fill the bathtub with cold water.
Then I placed Nora into it before the cold water inside oozed out.
As I've expected, she looks better and regained her sanity.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me sleepily before she abruptly got shocked. "You, you, you…"
"You shut up!" I was annoyed. "I saved you."
Nora incredulously looked around and recalled what happened in the bar, angrily gritting her teeth. "The fucking Hector! Thank you, by the way."
"Never mind. I'm leaving," I said before leaving.
But she abruptly grabbed me by my arm, and I turned to her, impatiently saying, "What?"
Did she think I was her hero whom she wanted to marry like what happened in romance novels?
She said gratefully, "May I know your name?"
I shook my head, "You'd better not. None of your business."
Her clothes totally drenched, and I could clearly see her skin beneath her white shirt.
With vapor around, she looked like a beautiful mermaid with water dripping from her body.
She got confused about my words and asked, "Couldn't you please remove your face mask to show me your face?"
Then she covered her mouth with her hands in shock. "Oh my gosh! Are you the emissary sent by my family to protect me?"
I was speechless. What the hell was she thinking?
Before I explained, she conjured several identities for me.
The king of soldier, the bodyguard sent by some overbearing boss or some guy having a crush on her.
"Enough!" I growled. She pressed her lips into a line and kept silence.
I said in a deep voice, "I came here to retaliate someone else."
"Fine." She was frustrated with her lowering head.
I stood up and said coldly, "I'm going."
"Wait…" Her face blushed scarlet as she said, "I don't think the cold water works…"
I frowned and looked at her, only to find her blood-red cheeks, and the realization suddenly dawned on me.
Although cold water could stimulate Nora and help her gain her sanity temporarily, only fuck could cure her…
Nora bit her red lips, her slender legs rubbing against each other, and she bashfully whispered in my ears, "Could…Could you please help me out? I can't bear it anymore."