Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Flora was thrown back onto the soft seat by the force of inertia. The man's body was covered in a sea of red, spreading towards her feet. Screams instantly overflowed from her mouth, breaking through the night sky, and echoing in this silent suburb.

Flora was stunned. The sound of the bullet shattering the glass reverberated in her mind, while the overwhelming red liquid stimulated her vision. She suddenly felt her chest being crushed, unable to catch her breath, and she leaned over the seat, dry heaving.

After several seconds of silence, the car door was suddenly pulled open, and a flat voice sounded above her head, "Get out!"

This voice... Flora trembled in fear, looked up, and saw Maxwell's cruel and handsome face amidst the darkness. He was dressed in all black, with nothing in his hands, yet he easily took the lives of two people.

Flora's body involuntarily shrunk inward, as if afraid that the next one to fall in a pool of blood would be herself. This kind of death was terrifying, she didn't want it!

"Get out!" accompanied by the second indifferent voice, Maxwell's body leaned inside the car, then impatiently reached out his hand. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out, bringing Flora in front of him.

In the twilight, his face miraculously softened by a bit, no longer as bloodthirsty and terrifying. Seeing this familiar face, Flora couldn't control herself and rushed into his embrace, hugging his waist and bursting into tears.

What was going on? Why was she brought here? Why was she made to witness the loss of lives? Everything was too cruel, she didn't want to see it!

"Are you hurt?"

His greeting sounded in her ear, even though it was a kind-hearted question, it still sounded cold as frost. This was him, Maxwell Smith, who never understood the warmth of affection!

His one hand wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly, listening to her cries of distress, he unexpectedly felt a pang of pain. This was life, it was mysterious. If he hadn't appeared, perhaps she would no longer be in this world!

Flora cried as if she wanted to cry out all her dissatisfaction and grievances, her tears and snot stained his black clothes, and her small hands clenched into fists, pounding on his shoulder as an outlet for her emotions.

And he allowed her to behave like this, letting her vent her emotions, seeing how hurt and scared she was. But only this once, he reminded himself in his heart.

This place was not suitable for staying long. Maxwell glanced at the lifeless man, then held Flora's slim waist with one hand and brought her to another car. He went to the driver's seat on the other side, and the car quickly sped away from this place.

As the car traveled, Flora, feeling weak and powerless, slumped softly in her seat, the events that had just unfolded echoing in her mind. Why did they want to kill her? Why did he save her? Everything was over, yet she still had no idea what had happened! In this terrifying incident, was she just a supporting character? Or the protagonist?

After an hour of driving, the car finally came to a stop. Flora lifted her gaze slightly and found that they were back in front of the business apartment building. Without giving her a chance to consider whether to go inside or not, Maxwell had already draped a long coat over her and held her small waist, leading her toward the elevator.

In the elevator's mirrored walls, Flora saw her disheveled appearance, with messy hair and a dirty face. She looked like a complete mess, incredibly ugly. On the other hand, Maxwell standing next to her remained calm and handsome, as if the events they had just experienced did not affect him.

For the first time, Flora felt how inappropriate it was to stand next to him, she felt like a clown. Her legs moved unconsciously, distancing herself from him, afraid that her dirtiness would tarnish him.

The elevator reached their floor, Flora tightened the coat around her and walked out of the elevator with him. Stepping into this somewhat familiar place, her heart suddenly felt at ease. When he was around, it either meant safety or danger!

On this night, with him, she felt safe. At least he wouldn't take her life, and might even lend a hand to save her.

"Go in and clean yourself up," Maxwell commanded, staring at her. Seeing her disheveled appearance, he felt a faint sense of guilt. Ultimately, he was the one who had caused her this harm, so it was only natural for him to save her.

Flora nodded blankly and stood in front of the mirror, taking off her coat. She was shocked to find her white dress stained with blood. A horrifying sight. Finally, she understood why Maxwell had insisted on covering her with his coat. In the darkness of the night, she had not realized she was covered in so much blood.

There was no doubt that the blood belonged to those two men. Flora felt her head spin, a nauseating feeling rising in her stomach and choking her throat. Unable to bear it any longer, she quickly rushed to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.

For a pregnant woman, there was nothing more painful than this. The sense of injustice in Flora's heart overwhelmed her once again. Tears fell into the toilet as she sat weakly on the bathroom floor, not wanting Maxwell at the door to see her in this state.

But Maxwell did see. He stood tall behind her, observing her, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Flora didn't answer, just supported herself on the toilet and struggled to stand up. She wiped away the tear stains on her face and said, "It's nothing, just go outside, I need to take a shower."

Maxwell looked at her suspiciously, then turned and walked away. After he left, Flora slammed the bathroom door shut and suppressed the feeling of nausea. She couldn't wait to take off her clothes and throw them into the trash bin.

Warm water flowed over her body as she vigorously scrubbed herself with a towel. Even though she couldn't see any blood stains, she still felt dirty. It was as if the blood from those two men had stained her body and couldn't be washed away!

After thoroughly rubbing her skin until it turned red, Flora finally stopped and dried herself off with a towel. The only thing she had to cover herself with here was a towel, she had no other choice.

Stepping out of the bathroom, her head still feeling a bit dizzy, Flora shook her heavy head. She glanced around the master bedroom but didn't see Maxwell. An unexplainable panic gripped her heart, and she quickly walked towards the adjacent study.

Pushing open the study door anxiously, Maxwell's figure came into her vision, and her uneasy heart finally calmed down a little. But when she saw the gun in his hand, the calmness that had just settled in her heart was instantly shattered.