We Got Love, The Crazy Kind

Chapter 49 Sexual Assault

In a dashing car, Oliver Stein’s phone rang.

To his bliss, it came from Amber! Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He called her a thousand times after the break-up drama, all hang out by her! Today marked his one

more failed attempt—he managed to get her new number and still yet able to make her pick up the

phone.

Surprised to have her call!

God, what was going on?

A noisy buzz oozed through the phone.

“Hottie, give up struggle already. In our place, you are lucky to catch our fancy!”

“Totally true! Behave yourself and enjoy the fuck today!”

Then something smashed and a woman was struggling and groaning heavily.

Ghostly pale with fright, Oliver pressed the accelerator hard towards the nearest police office.

When Oliver led the policemen broke into the motel room, Amber was found only in her pantie, hands

bound onto the bedside, red bite marks all over her body.

She burst into tears at the sight of him, loosened up from the verge of a breakdown.

Closing her eyes, she left the irrational tears falling unrestrained.

Against all expectations, it was Oliver who came to her rescue—the man who hurt her worst.

While the police taken out the suspects for trial, Oliver freed her from the rope and removed the dirty

towel that gagged her.

Amber kept her eyes closed, long eyelashes dampened by tears.

She could not help trembling, with a broken lip corner and frightening bite marks on her neck.

Oliver felt a pang of bitterness. Damn! How dare the two gangsters touched the girl he had been

pursuing for four years! Even he failed to obtain her virginity.

“Relax, honey…It is okay now.” Oliver murmured, holding her tight in his arms, stroking her hair.

Huddled in this familiar hug, Amber left all the unpleasant and unbearable, the betrayal and injured

behind.

For this moment, she was only a terrified, mortified little girl who would die for a hug and a bit of

warmth.

She cried her heart out in his arms.

Taken advantaged by two gangs, she was still gorgeous and sweet. What the hell cut into me to sell

her out? Oliver could not be more regretful.

After the investigative record, Amber stepped out with Oliver with her head down.

Throwing away her previous torn clothes, she was wearing his coat. He was dragging her suitcase.

“Thank you for saving me last night.” Amber stopped at a crossroad, glancing the rosy clouds of dawn

extending along the horizon.

After a humiliating and chaotic night, the dawn had broken.

To Oliver’s dismay, Amber would not look him in the eye.

“Let me send you home! Where do you live?” He could barely track her footprint, as if she was

separated from him by a mysterious, invisible power.

“No, thank you! I will go by myself.” Then where to go? Staring at the traffic light, Amber felt so much at

a loss.