Rosalie sobbed uncontrollably while she drove. She didn't know how long she had been driving when a sudden wave of nausea hit her. She stopped the car by the road and hurried out of it.It was only then that she realized she had driven to the edge of a river. The area was desolate, with no one in sight, and she had no idea where she was.Rosalie crouched by the river, dry heaving.The thought of Theodore and Aurora's intimacy made her feel sick. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, but she couldn't control herself.They could never meet at the right time. As it turned out, Theodore didn't even know they had a child. Today, she had planned to tell him, only to learn that Aurora was pregnant with his child.It seemed like every time they were about to discuss something important, they were interrupted or stopped by something else. It was as if the world didn't want them to be together.First there was Cynthia, and now there was Aurora. There would always be women around Theodore.
Rosalie collapsed on the ground, trembling all over. Beads of hot sweat slid down her forehead, and her face was as white as a sheet."I have money! Name your price, as long as you let me go! You can take as much as you want!"At this moment, survival was her only concern—nothing else mattered.One of the men crouched down and pinched her face with a malicious grin. "Pretty lady, how much money do you have to buy us off?""I can give you however much you want!" Rosalie's eyes widened in fear as she trembled. "I have a lot of money—diamonds, gold bars, cash! Whatever you want, I can give it to you!""How generous this beautiful woman is." The man's grubby hand squeezed her face, then roughly tore open her blouse, revealing the lingerie beneath.The men burst into laughter. "Nice body. Real spicy.""Ah!" Rosalie screamed. Her hands were pinned to the ground, and she was unable to move. All she could do was beg in terror, "Please let me go! I'll give you the money. You can have as
Suddenly, Vincent shot forward like a cheetah, moving with lightning speed.His movements were swift and agile. His punches and kicks rained down like a storm, precise and deadly.Before the group could react, half of them had already been knocked to the ground by Vincent.Gunfire and the sounds of fighting echoed through the air.Vincent's attacks were incredibly fierce, each strike filled with lethal precision, as if he were dancing with swords in the dark, the glint of blades flashing with deadly intent.His footwork was exceptionally nimble. He darted through the crowd like a phantom, easily avoiding their attacks. His sharp eyes seemed to cut through the darkness, exposing every weakness of his opponents.The scene descended into chaos. Rosalie attempted to escape, but no matter which direction she turned, she was blocked by the fighting men. She could only retreat, and in the end, she found herself back where she started.The scene was extremely dangerous, and one misstep c
Vincent's eyes flashed with sharpness as he flipped Rosalie to the ground, narrowly dodging the bullet.He quickly rose from the ground and rushed toward the shooter. He then kicked him to the ground and grabbed a gun.Bang, bang, bang!The sound of gunfire filled the air until the magazine was empty and all the attackers lay on the ground, silent.Vincent stood with the gun in hand, his tall figure swaying unsteadily. Blood churned inside him and continuously flowed out.Just as he was about to collapse, Rosalie rushed over and caught him in her arms.Her trembling hands pressed against the gunshot wound, but with the injuries on both his shoulder and back, she couldn't stop the bleeding. She was at a loss, unsure of what to do."Why worry? I won't die." A mocking smile appeared on Vincent's face. "Looks like you'll have to pay me double, or I'll have to kill you right now."Hearing his harsh words, Rosalie didn't get angry. She didn't care about what he said, only what he had
"Your car is over there. Take everything out of it and drive it into the river."Rosalie understood the severity of the situation. If she didn't do as he said, she might get dragged into this, and the police would eventually find out what happened here. This man was rather meticulous.Rosalie got out of the car.Her movements were swift. She took her phone and wallet from the car, then started the engine and put it into slow gear. Immediately after, she got out of the car.The car slowly rolled toward the river and eventually disappeared.By the river, there was a warning sign indicating that the water was deep and swimming was prohibited, with consequences at one's own risk.After completing all of this, Rosalie got back into the SUV, sat in the driver's seat, and fastened her seatbelt."Go straight for about 1.2 miles and then make a right," the man instructed."Got it." Rosalie glanced in the rearview mirror. The man was lying in the back seat, covered in blood. She was de
After much effort, Rosalie finally climbed off him. She was clutching her collar tightly, feeling somewhat at a loss.Vincent pointed to a room. "Go find yourself some clothes."Rosalie followed the direction of his finger and walked into the room. There was a large wardrobe inside. She opened it to find it filled with men's clothing, each piece far too large for her.She picked out a white shirt, then took off her clothes and slipped the shirt on. His shirt was enormous, making her look like she was a child in an adult's clothes.After changing, Rosalie returned to the couch in the living room.Vincent gave her a once-over, his gaze lingering on her for a long time. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, as if he were seeing another person through her.That girl had also worn his clothes.Rosalie looked down at the oversized shirt on her and said softly, "Thank you for the shirt."Vincent averted his gaze, a trace of sorrow passing through his eyes."How's your wound? You need
The man's breathing grew heavier and rougher.Rosalie summoned her courage to face his injury, watching as he used tweezers to pull a bullet from his chest and then toss it into a nearby dish. He tilted his head back and let out a long breath.Then, he used the tweezers to remove the shards from his wound. After that, he picked up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide to rinse his wound, but his hands were trembling.Rosalie took the hydrogen peroxide from him. "Let me handle it. I'll help you."Vincent let his hands fall to his side, not stopping her.Rosalie carefully rinsed his wound with hydrogen peroxide. As if afraid of causing him pain, she blew gently on his injury while cleaning it.Noticing her actions, a playful smile flickered in Vincent's eyes.After she finished rinsing his wound with hydrogen peroxide, she followed up with a saline solution to clean the residue. Next, she disinfected the area with iodine and bandaged the wound.There was still a bullet lodged in his shou
Rosalie struggled to help him onto the bed in the room and lay him down."Woman… What's your name?" he asked weakly, his breath faint."My name is Rosalie Young.""Rosalie...Young…" he repeated her name, his breathing growing weaker, and slowly closed his eyes.Seeing him fall asleep, Rosalie reached out to feel his forehead for temperature.She turned and noticed a bathroom in the room. She tiptoed over. After a while, Rosalie emerged with a basin filled with warm water and a towel.Rosalie wrung out the towel and gently wiped the blood off Vincent's body.He had many scars—some deep, some shallow, some long, and some short, along with a few resembling gunshot wounds.He must get hurt often. What exactly did he do? Was he involved with gangs as well? But he seemed different from typically ruthless characters.Rosalie washed the towel several times, the water in the basin turning red. She poured it out and replaced it with a fresh basin of water.Rosalie changed the water fou