Chapter 114 Nice Save
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Inside the private dining room, Hannah felt faint as Charles's movements grew urgent. He tore at her clothes frantically, revealing her pink bra. For a man like Charles, who had slept with countless women, the color pink had usually extinguished his interest. Yet, Hannah had somehow captivated him; her pearly fair skin, bathed in the soft light, appeared tender and luminous.

Charles's throat bobbed, his lust undisguised. Hannah saw it clearly. Should she feel fortunate to have finally aroused him? For years, she had never witnessed such eagerness. He always feigned gentleness and elegance. She had believed his gentleness in bed stemmed from love. Now, she knew Charles felt nothing for her. She later discovered he frequently slept with other women before their encounters. His satisfaction beforehand explained his seeming indifference.

Hannah hadn't realized she could still attract Charles until she was twenty-two again. Closing her eyes, she rallied herself. Unable to fight back, unwilling to choose death, she resolved to endure the ordeal and minimize harm. She rationally reminded herself, "As far as possible, protect yourself to avoid unnecessary trauma."

"Bam!" The door burst open. Hannah initially believed it was too late. But the sudden intrusion offered a glimmer of hope. She had been raped by Charles in her past life; this felt like a repeat. Seeing Oscar storm in, her eyes welled with tears. She didn't want Charles's touch; the pain was overwhelming, and she could only console herself, yearning for rescue.

She watched Oscar forcefully pull Charles away, sending him sprawling to the ground. Another man stood in the doorway.

"Theodore, get out!" Oscar yelled, punching Charles.

Theodore recoiled. This was the first time Oscar had asked him to step aside while fighting. He was bewildered, unable to comprehend Oscar's behavior all evening. They were supposed to part ways after their flight, yet Oscar had waited in his car. He'd offered Theodore a ride, intending to leave later. Surprisingly, Oscar remained, ordering Theodore to walk. Even as Hannah's date neared its end, Oscar stayed, eventually stopping downstairs.

Theodore was clueless about Oscar's intentions. He attempted to speak several times, silenced by Oscar's frigid expression. Provoking the unpredictable Oscar was unwise. Time passed, Hannah left, yet Oscar remained.

Just as Theodore resigned himself to a long night, a flash illuminated Oscar's phone screenโ€”a text message. He read it, his reaction volcanic. He flung open the car door, dashed into the building, frantically pressed the elevator button, and arrived at the restaurant before bursting into the private room.

"How much will this door cost?" Theodore wondered, then dismissed the thoughtโ€”Oscar wouldn't worry about the money. He stood calmly outside, listening to the commotion within.

"Oscar," Hannah cried, grasping his hand. She loathed Charles, even wanting him dead, but didn't want Oscar to kill for her. In Northfield, murder was punishable by death.

"Oscar, stop!" she pleaded, clinging to his arm. The back of his hand was red and swollen. Charles, initially resisting, was now completely subdued, lying prostrate, bruised and battered, his usual charm obliterated.

"Stop fighting," Hannah urged, throwing herself into Oscar's arms, unable to restrain him. The thought of Oscar dying for Charles's death was unbearable.

Oscar paused, his clenched fists momentarily still. Hannah's warmth broke through. His gaze softened, resting on the disheveled woman in his arms, her fair skin marked with red traces. His expression hardened.

"He's not worth dying for," Hannah said urgently, clutching his shirt, fearing Oscar's rage. His throat tightened. He watched her trembling form. Was he frightening her, or was it Charles's abuse?

His lips compressed. He removed his blazer, draped it over her naked body, and lifted her from the floor. Hannah clung to him, feeling his strong heartbeat, a sense of security she hadn't known before.

In her past life, as she was being stabbed to death by Charles, she'd fantasized about a rescuer. She never thought Oscar would fulfill that fantasy, saving her from despair.

"Theodore," Oscar said, carrying Hannah from the room. Theodore waited at the door.

"The rest is up to you," Oscar grunted.


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