Her Secret Mate

Chapter 22 On The Line Between Life and Death

The fear at the bottom of her heart was gradually spreading. His bloody mouth was about to devour

her.

The strength gap between men and women, coupled with the muscles all over the little hooligan's body,

made her unable to move on the door, and what she could breathe was the disgusting smell of the man

in front of her.

It was not until then that she realized how gentle Jeremy was to her.

Apparently, he didn't want to let her go.

"Let me go. I'll call the police at once if you don't let me go!"

Fiona was not kidding. With last experience, although she was also scared, she had calmed down a lot

this time.

"Call the police?" The man laughed loudly and said, "Are you kidding me?"

The guest in this room had ordered the service, but she still refused it. It was a little difficult to deal with

her. But it didn't matter since she was such a beautiful guest.

Not daring to meet his eyes, she squatted down and wrapped her arms around herself tightly.

She didn't have her phone with her. What she was thinking about was to use the phone to ask help

from Jeremy. She didn't know why, but he came into her mind naturally.

If he was here, the hooligan dared not to do anything to her.

But Jeremy was so far away from here, so he couldn't come.

Fiona got up the courage again, glared at the man in front of him and questioned, "Why did you knock

on my door? This is my room! "

The hotel staff gave the room card to her in person. Besides, the hotel was popular in Studio City.

There was no reason to have uninvited guests in the middle of the night.

The man swallowed his saliva impatiently and ignored her. He quickly stripped himself off.

"Ah!" With her head down, Fiona shouted, "Pervert!"

She covered her eyes with her hands, not daring to look at that man.

"I'm not a pervert. Don't worry. I promise you will be satisfied with my service." The hooligan moved

closer and whispered in her ear. There was a terrible smell mixed with the smell of sweat and cigarette

from his breath.

She was almost smothered by the smoke.

She pointed to the toilet and said timidly, "Wait a minute. I have to go to the toilet. I can't help but..."

The hooligan was so angry that his face turned red. He kicked the door and waved his hand

impatiently.

"Fuck! You want to torture me to death? Go ahead! "

She immediately got up and clumsily ran to the bathroom and closed the door. She leaned against the

door and gasped hard. She kept the disordered breathing for a long time.

'What should I do?' She became the lamb to be slaughtered again.

She didn't have the cell phone with her, so it was impossible for her to contact others for help. Was she

going to sit still and wait for death?

She bumped her head on the door. How could she have such a terrible accident.

Tears fell silently. Hearing the man's restless voice outside, she had to turn on the tap to hide herself.

Suddenly, she saw the moonlight outside the window.

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"Don't be silly!" The man downstairs held the speaker and shouted, "Young girl, life is beautiful. Don't ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

commit suicide."

The sound of police cars and ambulances were mixed. People who were sleeping in the middle of the

night were also woken up. They rushed down in succession to see what was happening.

Fiona was satisfied with this. Although she was hanging on the windowsill, with a little carelessness, it

was very likely that she would fall down.

But this was her only chance.

The knocks on the door were so loud that the hooligan was immersed in his dream. He even couldn't

hear the noise that had been made by Fiona and kept asking her when she would come out.

"If you don't come out right now, I will go in and get you out right away."

There were displeasure and anger in his voice. The previous gentle coaxing was no longer there.

With her hands on the windowsill carefully, Fiona held it so tightly that she dared not relax his vigilance.

To be exact, she found herself in a dilemma. Even if he asked her to get down, she dared not. She was

too high to get down.

Her ears were tortured by the knock. As the speed of the knock became faster and faster, it was as if

the next second the hooligan was going to break in. Fiona simply closed her eyes and shouted loudly,

"Help!"

"You bitch! I'll kill you!"

The hooligan sensed that something had happened. He was so angry that he only wanted to kill her

when he heard the police knocking at the door.

"How dare you play tricks on me? I will drag you down with me even if I'm going to die today!"

He kicked the door again and again. The door was loose and she didn't know how long could it last.

The white door was shaking and was about to collapse at a very fast speed.

Finally, it collapsed.

The man furiously picked up a broken board and threw it at Fiona.

With her back hit by the board, she felt a sharp pain.

Clenching the wall, she moved her body outwards through the small window sill and threatened the

man, "You... You'd better stay away from me. Otherwise, I'll jump off the building. If you commit a

murder, you won't escape legal sanction. "

"Do you think that I can escape legal sanction if I let you go?"

The gangster couldn't care so much. What he wanted to do was to torture this unscrupulous woman.

He was approaching her step by step.

Fiona didn't dare to look at him but could only hear the footsteps coming closer and closer.

"Who are you?"

The hooligan fell to the ground and questioned the man.

"You don't deserve to know who I am."

Hearing the familiar voice, Fiona opened her eyes suddenly as if he had seen the God. Just now, he

really appeared in front of her when she thought of him.

Was it because of telepathy?

She wept with joy. Her tears fell like pearls without stopping.

In a rage, Jeremy just wanted to vent his anger, and kicked the hooligan again and again. His face was

distorted with anger, and he murmured with red eyes, "How dare you touch her! How dare you! "

Jeremy who had always been calm kicked him again and again. He seemed more violent than the night

he kicked Joey. When Jack saw the unfriendly look on Jeremy's face, he knew he would kill him if he

didn't stop him.

"Calm down, Mr. Jeremy. You don't need to deal with this scumbag in person." Said Jack in a

comforting tone.

"I'm going to kill him." With his eyes bloodshot, Jeremy glared at the man kneeling on the ground and

begging for mercy.

Jack tried his best to stop him. He patted Jeremy' back and consoled, "Mr. Jeremy, Mrs. Fiona is still on

the windowsill. Please save her first."

Hearing that, Jeremy stopped his action.

Jack took a sigh of relief. He was helpless and didn't know whether it was good or bad for Jeremy to

become so flesh and blood.

He dodged and dragged the man out of the room.

Jeremy's eyes were shining. His legs were trembling. He reached out his hands slowly. His voice

sounded a little hoarse because of the choking. "Come down," he said

"What Why are you here? "

Tears welled up in her eyes and she cried.

Jeremy said in a soft voice, "I happen to have something to do here."

"Aren't you abroad? Aren't you coming back in a week? " She was scared because the ground was a

little far from here. She didn't know how she climbed up just now. She admired her own courage very

much.

People always had greater courage at the crucial moment of life and death.

When she realized that the danger had passed, she felt more and more scared. She even thought that

if Jeremy hadn't shown up and the hooligan kept on pestering her, would she jump down?

Fiona pictured the bloody scene.

Jeremy was rendered speechless. "I'm not a foreigner. Do you want me to stay abroad all the time? Or

do you want me not to appear tonight, and then you just hang on the windowsill all the time. Fine, I'll

go! "

Then he turned around.