Andrew Saves Her

Chapter 6: Andrew Saves Her

But the car was too fast; she couldn't dodge in time. In that moment, she felt the presence of death, believing she was about to be shattered into pieces along with her baby. The little life that had barely begun to grow was now at risk because of her, an irresponsible mother.

Just when she was enveloped in despair, a figure dashed from the side, wrapping his arms around her and diving forward. The man's tall frame twisted as they fell, cushioning Anna with his own body.

The car sped past them closely, and Anna, lying atop the man, heard his muffled groan. She snapped back to reality. "Mr. Luxton..."

She scrambled up in a panic, rushing to help Andrew Luxton. "Mr. Luxton, are you okay? You didn't leave? Where are you hurt?"

Andrew's eyes twitched a few times as Anna helped him to stand. He waved off her concern. "I'm fine. What about you? You just promised me you'd protect the baby, and then you run into the middle of the road?"

Anna lowered her head, whispering, "I'm sorry."

Andrew Luxton examined her for a moment, relieved to see she wasn't hurt at all. His brows furrowed slightly as he noticed her submissive, apologetic demeanor. He had been standing across the street when Anna had burst out, still wiping tears away, her eyes red.

He softened his tone. "Luckily, you're okay. Why did you leave home? Was there more work?"

Anna looked up at Andrew's handsome face, her lips pressed together lightly. Andrew, being perceptive, sensed the complexity behind her demeanor and chose not to press further. "Let's get in the car; the sun is too strong."

Seeing Anna nod, he gently took her wrist, leading her across the street. Her wrist was so slender he feared exerting any pressure might harm her, wondering how she could be so thin.

Andrew was cautious as he led her, and Anna quietly followed, like a child being guided across the road. Even as they got into the car, Anna remained silent.

Back at the Yan's Roast Chicken shop, the crowd had picked up. Wendy was busy serving customers and handling payments but continued to vent to David about Anna's recklessness, her failure to get into university, and her audacity to run off. Wendy resolved that if Anna wanted to return, she wouldn't make it easy for her.

As Wendy was determined to make Anna learn her lesson, to see if she would dare abandon her work and run off again, their conversation was interrupted by the discussions among the customers in the restaurant.

"My, that was so close earlier, truly dangerous. She almost got hit, the girl standing in the middle of the road looked absolutely petrified..."

David paused in his task of preparing roast chicken and exchanged a glance with Wendy, then quickly inquired, "Sister, who did you say nearly got hit just now?"

The woman pointed towards the door. "The one out there, just a while ago, it was nearly a car accident. A car almost hit a young girl; my heart nearly stopped, it was an SUV. If it had hit her, I don't want to think what could have happened."

David's expression changed, and he put down his utensils to step outside. Standing at the shop's entrance, he saw the usual traffic on the road, no signs of an accident scene.

The woman inside continued, "The young girl didn't die. Just as the car was about to hit her, a man saved her; it didn't hit her."

David sighed in relief, returned to serving the customers, and whispered to Wendy, "It couldn't have been her."

Wendy scoffed coldly. "I know it wasn't her. If she had the courage to seek death, would she have failed to get into college?"

Inside the car, the air conditioning was on, dispelling the oppressive heat of the high summer. Anna sat in the backseat, her gaze fixed out the window until her head slowly tilted and she drifted off to sleep.

Andrew saw her sleeping form in the rearview mirror and sighed softly. Though Anna hadn't said anything, he suspected she had argued with her family. He had thought it was about the baby, that her parents had found out and blamed her. This was his responsibility; he wouldn't let this nineteen-year-old face such difficulties alone.

He drove into an upscale residential area and parked the car. Opening the back door, he looked at the girl curled up in the backseat, her face youthful and innocent, her beauty so pure it seemed almost sacrilegious to touch her.

Bending down, Andrew slid his arms under her slender knees and lifted her. She was lighter than he expected, making him feel he could easily carry her for miles on one arm.

Owing to its proximity to his company, Andrew had bought an apartment in this complex for convenience, mostly living there alone, which saved him a lot of commuting time.

Despite occasionally hanging out with close friends, Andrew's time was precious. Unlike those heirs who had ample time for indulgence, he spent most of his efforts diligently working for his company.

After unlocking the door with a code, he carried Anna into the bedroom and drew the curtains.

After gently placing Anna on the bed, Andrew stepped out to make a call to a home service agency. Soon, a woman in her forties arrived at the door, and after reviewing her credentials and giving her a once-over, Andrew nodded slightly in approval.

"Go in and help her change out of her clothes," he instructed.

The housekeeper looked at Andrew, momentarily baffled. Wasn't she called for cleaning or cooking? Helping someone undress?

"A young lady, it's not quite appropriate for me," she hesitated.

Andrew explained briefly, then added, "I have to step out for a bit and will be back soon. If she wakes up, prepare something for her to eat. If she's still asleep, let her be."

With that, Andrew grabbed his jacket and left. The housekeeper couldn't help but admire his integrity, thinking it quite gentlemanly of him to hire help for such a task as undressing, a first in her experience.

Little did she know the truth of their initial encounter; her view of Andrew as a paragon of virtue might have shifted to skepticism at his ability to maintain appearances.

Andrew, of course, wasn't pretending. The first time, he had been nearly drunk, and while he remembered the events of that night, his physical impulses had overridden his willpower. Now, fully conscious, he couldn't fathom undressing her himself.

When he returned, the housekeeper had already washed and hung up Anna's clothes to dry.