The next day…Jemma had one more dull day without Noah, and when she left the headquarters feeling sad, everything changed. A charming man stood by his car, wearing a blue long coat, a white turtleneck t-shirt, and white pants. His seductive gaze and sensual smile caught her off guard, making her heart skip a beat. It felt unreal, like a hallucination.Noah widened his coat and blinked at her with his smile. Jemma's face lit up, and she ran towards him. She threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. He enveloped her in his coat, lifted her from her waist, and happily spun her around. She bent her legs, feeling overjoyed."Oh, Jimmy! I'm so happy, Jimmy. So, so happy..." she exclaimed.He looked into her sparkling eyes deeply, and she realized the extent of her excitement. Calming down, she gazed deeply into his affectionate eyes.Noah gently placed her back on the ground, and she rested her head on his chest. Wrapped in his warm coat, they both found ease.Noah pl
Jemma’s pale skin showed her inner agony, but she tried to look unaffected, her fingers shaking as they stroked her face."What were you up to last night?" he inquired in his seductive voice."What?" Jemma asked, genuinely puzzled.Noah raised his eyebrows, his tone playful. "You don't remember what you said?"Jemma decided to take off with a sudden surge of enthusiasm, laughs following. She cried out over her shoulder, "I don't remember," and began to sprint. Noah smiled, and his spirit of competition sparked. "Oh, it's on!" he exclaimed, resolutely pursuing her. With a playful smile on her lips, Jemma turned to look back at Noah and accelerated her pace, encouraging him to catch up. Her mischievous gaze shone brightly."Jimmy, you're not fast enough!" she called out between giggles teasingly sticking out her tongue."Oh, you just wait!" he replied as he closed the gap.He caught up quickly and threw his arms around her before they both passed out from the impromptu pursuit and fell
They walked for miles until they reached a river. Noah finally stopped, glancing at Jemma who was visibly tired, though she didn't voice it."Take rest here for a while. We will depart then," Noah suggested. Jemma nodded, and Noah lay down on the ground, closing his eyes. Jemma sat beside him, observing his worn-out state. His bloody face and rapid breaths filled her with a sense of unease."Who are they?" she asked hesitantly."Mafia," Noah replied a casual tone that sent shivers down Jemma's spine. Why would the mafia be after him? Wasn't he just a normal businessman?"Why are they after us?""They want to kill me," Noah stated matter-of-factly as if it were a routine occurrence."But why?" Jemma pressed on."It's a long story.""Don't tell me you're involved in danger. You can't. You're a gentleman," Jemma pleaded.Noah opened his eyes, locking his gaze with hers, "Am I?"His playful glare scared Jemma. "You're scaring me, Jimmy.""I'm the most dangerous man," he declared with prid
Noah stepped closer, gently wiping her tears and smiling, "Don't curse yourself."And this! He seemed to always know what she was thinking. Overwhelmed, Jemma threw herself into his arms, holding his coat tightly against his chest, crying profusely."I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was an idiot. I'm sorry, Jimmy. I'm sorry," Jemma repeated in remorse.Noah held her tighter, gently caressing her hair. "It's okay. Calm down," he reassured her, placing a tender peck on her head, and holding her in a comforting embrace.Just then, a bullet whizzed by Noah's back, snapping them both into high alert.Noah's sharp senses quickly identified the direction of the gunfire, and he pulled Jemma by her wrist, running to safety. Bullets continued to zip past them, but Noah skillfully manoeuvred, ensuring they remained unharmed.As they reached the end of the riverbank with no visible escape route, Noah looked into Jemma's eyes. Her fear was reflected in her gaze as she stared at the water. Witnessing her an
“But how, Jimmy? How? What should I do?” “Listen... heat this knife. Get it out.” “No. No. I can't do this.” “Get it out, Jemma. You will have to do it. I won't be able to get you home safely otherwise. You have to take it out.” “No. No...” “Get up... heat the knife. Go.” Jemma gathered courage and heated the knife tip from the lighter. Noah kept smoking a cigarette, trying to breathe. “Now… take it out…”Jemma's hands trembled as she clutched the knife, her gaze fixed on the wounded man before her. Before she could make a move, he interrupted, "Wait..." A look of tension crossed Jemma's face as she stared at him, awaiting his next words. "Give me your scarf.” Without hesitation, she removed her scarf and handed it over. He placed it in his mouth, a shocking sight that left her wide-eyed. Closing his eyes and leaning back, he prepared himself for the imminent pain. Jemma tightened her grip on the knife, attempting to muster the courage to proceed. Her hands shook uncontrolla
Jia stepped out of the car, leaning back against it as she lit up a cigarette. Taking a deep drag, she lingered there, as if reluctant to head to her apartment. Ever since that night with Jacob, going home carried a weight of memories she'd rather forget. She couldn't shake off the feeling every time she approached her place.Suddenly, her eyes caught the sight of the man, staring at her intensely. In response, Jia avoided eye contact as he approached. She attempted to remain composed."Why are you here?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her tone."You started smoking," Jacob remarked."It's none of your business.""You're too young. Don't start such habits.""It's my life. Don't teach me," she retorted, her words laced with rudeness. Jacob remained unfazed. Before arriving, he already predicted her reaction upon seeing him after a month.He moved in, his hand gently landing on her cheek, "How you been?"She jerked away, irritated, "Don't touch me. Don't start with this again. Your
Gradually, Jemma opened her eyes to the comfortable confines of a hospital room. Her senses were filled with confusion and disorientation as she attempted to make sense of her surroundings.Jemma's eyes widened in disbelief as her vision corrected. The dim storeroom she had last remembered seeing Noah wasn't this one. Rather, she was lying in a hospital bed, the sterile surroundings emphasised by the faint light coming in through the curtains. A nurse hurried around, her steps deliberate yet soft.Something tugged at Jemma's arm, slightly, and her shock grew. She looked down and saw a nurse taking out an IV line very carefully. She realised she was in Dixon Hospital, and panic set in."Ah! You're conscious, Mrs. Johnson. How do you feel now? The nurse asked.Jemma's head was filled with questions, and she stammered, "How did I get here? "Where is Jimmy?"Grinning sympathetically, the nurse said, "Mr. Johsnon had surgery and is in the intensive care unit right now."Tears sprung to Jem
As Yohan approached the door, Yohan noticed it was ajar, and inside, Jemma was pouring water into a glass. Noah, appearing weak and pale, leaned back on the bed.Yohan knocked on the door, and they both looked his way. Jemma flashed a smile, "Dad, why you just standing there? Come on in."She handed Noah a glass of water as Yohan approached."You okay?"Noah sighed, nodding. Then he glanced at Jemma, "Jemma, can you give us a moment alone?"Jemma nodded, "Sure.""Close the door."She left, shutting the door behind her. Yohan took a seat near the bed, locking eyes with his son.Noah sniffed, sensing his father had a lot on his mind about the whole ordeal."Did you off Leslie Winkle?"Noah nodded, "Yeah, she's the one who messed with Mom's car, and Aunt Gracie paid the price.""You didn't think to talk to me before pulling such a stunt.""You could've talked me out of it.""This war ain't yours.""Wasn't yours either. But you've been fighting it.""It started with me, Jimmy. Doesn't mat