Good Novel
Chapter 23
fung open the door, ignoring the sting in her feet as she me desperately. She had only taken a few steps when she collided with chest and let out a startled cry, pushing hand with both hands.
Connor taken aback by the shove, responded irritably “Camila, what’s got you running like a bat out of hell?”
res familiar, deep, and nch voice reached her ears. Carmila looked up abruptly, her face still marked by fear, breathing heavily
it was only under the dim streetlight coming through the window that Connor could see Camila’s hair was disheveled, and tears streaked her face. Her blouse was unbuttoned and wrinkled, revealing her figure.
brow furrowed, he asked sterly, “What happened?”
Overwhelmed with fear and grievance, Camila burst into tears. She pointed towards her home, sobbing uncontrollably. “My exboyfriend
onnor strode past her up the steps. Camila followed, worried about him.
pushed open the door to find shattered glass everywhere and a man struggling to rise using the sofa.
Then eyes met.
nor clenched his fists, veins throbbing, and took a step forward, punching the man in the face.
Tucker barely steady, s t a g e r e d and fell, blood trickling from the comer of his mouth. Connor grabbed him by the collar, lifting and pummeling him repeatedly
Tucker couldn’t fight back. He had blood smeared over his face, crying out in pain. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
Disgusted by the blood on his own hands, Connor threw him down and kicked him in the stomach. Tucker curled up, blood pouring
from his mouth.
Hofed, Camila grabbed Connor’s hand and cried out. “Enough! He’ll die if you keep this up!”
Connor paused, then slowly turned around, his eyes fierce. “Are you feeling sorry for him?”
Camila shook her head, crying, “If he dies, it’s excessive self-defense…
Dinnor then stomped on Tucker’s groin. That would incapacitate him, if not kill him.
The room reeked of blood. Camila, terrified, trembled violently and collapsed to the floor.
Connor pulled out some tissues to wipe the blood off his hands and threw them on the man. He approached Camila, his eyes neticeably softer. “Can you walk?” he asked gently.
With tears still on her face, Camila shook her head. Connor took off his suit jacket and draped it over her, then scooped her up in his
Thud- The door shut, sealing off the scent of blood and Connor’s brutality.
Camila clung tightly to Connor’s shirt, still shivering Connor walked down the five-story staircase steadily. The driver, seeing his boss carrying Camila, was startled. He quickly approached. “Mr. Connor, what happened?”
“Call someone to take care of the mess at Camila’s place,” Connor said emotionlessly
“Yes, sir, the driver immediately made the call.
Connor helped Camila into the car and took a tissue to wipe the tears from her face. He opened a bottle of water and handed it to her.
color After taking a sip. Camila slowly came back to her senses, her pale face regaining some
Feeling better?” Connor asked softly.