“Are you sure you weren’t followed?”
Wade’s face went pale, his eyes wide with shock.
“This is no time for questions! We need to run!”
Just as Niamh turned, a wooden club flew from behind, striking her squarely in the back.
She cried out and stumbled forward.
“Niamh!”
Wade, horrified, caught her just in time.
The wooden club, now lying on the ground in two pieces, was a testament to the force of the blow. Niamh winced, her face beaded with sweat from the sharp pain.
Seeing her like this, Wade was flooded with immense guilt.
Realizing they weren't going to get away, Niamh quickly pulled out her phone to contact her bodyguards.
“You told me to come alone… I didn't bring my bodyguards, but I think… they can’t be far…”
Before she could finish, the thugs who had been chasing them swarmed in, cutting off their escape.
“Get them!” someone yelled, and the thugs rushed forward. Wade immediately pulled Niamh behind him, shielding her.
Just then, Niamh’s bodyguards charged in, engaging the thugs in a fierce brawl. Seeing the tables turn, the thugs quickly scattered and fled.
Wade was taken to a corporate safe house owned by the Thomas family and placed under their protection, while Niamh was escorted back to Jonathan’s apartment.
When the door opened, she saw Jonathan standing in the living room.
The bodyguard who brought her left immediately, leaving the two of them alone.
She stood in the entryway, an awkward distance between them—not too close, yet not too far. When their eyes met, Niamh instinctively looked away, her heart pounding with guilt. Even though she didn't think she'd done anything wrong, Jonathan's intense, unwavering stare made her feel like a cornered animal.



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