“Last time, we already had a private chat at the police station. Isn’t it unreasonable for you to bring this up now?” Isabella frowned.
But dealing with these thugs, expecting reason from them was futile.
“At that time, you weren’t a super star. Aren’t you actors very wealthy? Last time, you tried to brush me off with a little money? How about giving me a hundred thousand or eighty thousand now?” The bald man shamelessly demanded.
Though a hundred thousand or eighty thousand might not be a trivial amount, for Isabella, it was a drop in the bucket. She wasn’t naive; she knew these people were bottomless pits. Giving them once meant giving them again. She didn’t owe them anything. Last time, she compensated for the reasonable medical expenses and compensation for the injuries caused by her.
Seeing that she wasn’t swayed, the bald man attempted to touch her face. He grinned obscenely. “If you won’t give money, then let’s use your body.”
However, before his hand could touch her, she kicked him away.
The bald man stumbled backward, and Isabella seized the opportunity to pull Andrew and run.
They ran, chased closely by those people.
Isabella led Andrew into an alley but realized it was a dead end. Frustrated, she could only hide with him in a corner.
The space in the corner was limited, forcing them to squeeze together. Her back against the wall, his body almost entirely pressed against hers.
After all the running, both of them were breathing heavily. She even heard the strong heartbeat in his chest, his breath carrying a masculine aura.
She wasn’t sure if Andrew was doing it on purpose, but his firm lips were close to her ear, occasionally touching her. The sensation of his lips was soft and warm.
Isabella’s face flushed a little, but with a group of crazed people chasing them, it wasn’t the time for ambiguity.
“I’ll hold them off. You run and get help,” she whispered, suggesting he should leave first.
At this crucial moment, she was so protective of him; Isabella felt moved by her own actions.
Andrew’s lips curved, forming an almost perfect smile. His handsome face exuded a relaxed demeanor. “No need for trouble. A kiss, and I’ll take care of these people for you.”
His deep and magnetic voice echoed in her ear, as melodious as a cello. His profound gaze lingered on her rosy lips.
Isabella rolled her eyes in disbelief. “You’re joking. You don’t even know how to fight.”
She hadn’t forgotten how he had fetched her from the police station last time, coldly reprimanding her. He explicitly mentioned he disliked fighting.
“Not liking fights doesn’t mean I can’t handle them,” Andrew chuckled.
As soon as he finished speaking, they heard the loud footsteps nearing the alley entrance. Those people had caught up.
He released her and stepped forward.
At that moment, the thugs brandished weapons; their blades glinted under the bright streetlights.
Concerned for Andrew’s safety and not knowing his capabilities, Isabella ran out, shouting, “Be careful!”
Her shout drew their attention. Several of them rushed toward her with knives. Isabella panicked, trying to dodge and letting out an uncontrollable scream.
Though she had some self-defense skills, encountering actual danger with real weapons was a first for her. Sharp blades came her way, seemingly impossible to avoid. She resigned herself to closing her eyes.
But the anticipated pain didn’t arrive; she fell into a warm, sturdy chest.
Andrew’s robust arm partially encircled Isabella, his eyes shining fiercely in the night, glowing with a sharp and cold light. In a place she couldn’t see, his pupils had turned vertical. His suit concealed muscles tightened, extraordinary strength hidden beneath his clothes, different from an ordinary human.
Andrew’s skills were surprisingly impressive, his speed extremely fast. His punches seemed incredibly powerful. Every hit on those thugs made them bounce off like soccer balls, crashing into the wall. Isabella was astonished, covering her mouth. She felt like she was watching an exciting action movie, where the male protagonist fought, looking particularly cool.
In what seemed like a blink of an eye, those thugs were all lying on the ground, rolling in agony. The lightly injured ones were already scared witless, fleeing as fast as they could.
Standing amidst the wreckage, the cold light cast a glow upon Andrew. His image reflected in Isabella’s eyes, appearing exceptionally handsome and tall.
Isabella looked up, her chin lifted, gazing at him with admiration mixed with infatuation. Her eyes hadn’t blinked once, probably stunned by what she’d just witnessed.
Andrew’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, his expression relaxed, as if he were just fooling around. His elegant and slender hand lifted her chin, his slightly narrowed gaze fixed on her. Isabella felt a cool sensation enveloping her; her red lips were captured.
His kiss, much like his persona, carried an undeniable dominance and tyranny. Isabella was left dumbfounded; she subconsciously moved her tongue, encouraging him. His dominating kiss gradually turned gentle and lingering, making it hard for her to breathe. Her hands instinctively gripped his arm, and then she felt a warm, moist sensation on her fingertips.
Suddenly, Isabella was startled. She pushed him away forcefully, panicking to check his arm. Indeed, there was a two-inch long wound on Andrew’s arm, a result of shielding her.
“You’re hurt!”
“Just a superficial wound, no need to make a fuss,” he said casually, without even furrowing his brow.
However, she noticed the wound was still bleeding, staining his sleeve crimson.
“The wound is still bleeding; we need to go to the hospital,” she nervously insisted, tugging at him to leave. Anxious, she didn’t even notice the ground and nearly stumbled.
Lowering her head, she saw that she was tripped by a man’s thick leg.
The men on the ground were still moaning, yet they had just stood here, brazenly kissing. This realization made Isabella blush uncontrollably. She instinctively reached out, touching her burning cheeks.
Andrew’s sharp eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at the men on the ground. One hand held Isabella’s slender waist while the other dialed a number on his phone, giving a few instructions. Soon, someone would arrive to clean up the scene.
“Let’s go, to the nearby hospital,” Andrew said, glancing at the wound on his arm, approximately two inches long, not too deep but enough to have cut through skin and flesh. He looked at Isabella, observing her nervous and guilty expression, feeling a bit remorseful for purposefully getting injured. In reality, those defenseless humans were no match for him as a werewolf, but he didn’t want to reveal himself. Besides, he had ulterior motives; he wanted her to feel guilty so he could potentially ask for more from her in the future.
With Andrew injured on his arm, Isabella assumed he couldn’t drive. She snatched the keys and conscientiously sat in the driver’s seat. Due to her unfamiliarity with the area, it took several rounds to find the hospital, which left him speechless.