Chapter 303: Chapter 303
The sound of splashing water accompanied by cries for help immediately caught the attention of those on the shore, naturally drawing Simon Rhodes’ gaze as well.
Simon quickly rushed over, took off his coat, tossed it on the shore, and without any hesitation, jumped in to pull Rowan Alder out of the water.
Susan Wilde stood on the shore, indifferently watching the self-directed farce unfold.
On the shore, Rowan weakly leaned against Simon’s arms. After a few coughs, she tearfully pointed at Susan and said, "She’s the one who pushed me in, I can’t swim, and if you came a bit later, I might have drowned..."
"It’s okay now, it’s okay." Simon pulled a coat from the side to wrap around Rowan, who was shivering, his previous moment of gentleness vanishing entirely as he turned his gaze to Susan.
Susan watched as Simon, full of rage, approached her. Having seen his fierceness when he lost his senses before, Susan instinctively retreated, trying to leave, but Simon stretched out his arm to pull her back.
She stumbled and had not yet steadied herself when his hands swiftly pinned hers behind her back. She turned her head to see him ripping off his own tie, and then immediately felt the wet tie tightly binding her wrists.
Simon pressed her to the pool’s edge, and just like when he jumped in to save Rowan, he pushed Susan in without any hesitation.
The icy cold pool water soaked her completely, and the despair of suffocation overwhelmed her intensely.
She knew very well that in Simon’s heart, she was worth less than a strand of Rowan’s hair, but she didn’t expect he could be so cruel...
Susan could swim, but the tie tightly wrapped around her wrists took away her ability to save herself. She struggled desperately, feeling that the moment seemed to last a century, so torturous.
Finally, her hand broke free from the tie,
and amidst the splashing, she grabbed onto something, desperately clinging to the life-saving straw, and with that force, she was pulled to the surface.
A man embraced her, sliding with her to the shore, lifting her and heading up the stairs along the poolside.
After catching her breath, Susan wiped the water from her face and finally saw the man’s features clearly.
His profile against the light sketched an impeccable arc and lines. At that moment, she truly felt that this man was her savior, pulling her from the abyss of despair and pain.
Watching Simon Rhodes pull Susan from the water, Simon and Rowan were both a bit surprised.
If this man were just a stranger watching on the shore, Simon might not have been so furious.
He ignored Rowan, who was still sitting on the ground, and quickly walked to Simon Rhodes, reaching out to snatch Susan from his arms.
"Calm down." Simon Rhodes stopped him from further harming Susan, saying.
Simon looked at Susan, shivering and huddled in Simon’s arms, even showing fear in her eyes towards him. How could he be calm?!
He forcefully pulled Susan’s arm, angrily smiling and glaring at Simon Rhodes, saying, "Maybe it’s you, Uncle, who should calm down a bit? The woman in your arms is my wife!"
Simon Rhodes merely replied lightly, "You still remember she’s your wife."
Seeing Susan wince in pain from the pulling, Simon Rhodes reluctantly let go.
Watching as Simon dragged her up and instructed the villa’s housekeeper, who had come to check the situation, "Please take her to change clothes."
Of course, by "her," he was referring to Rowan.
After saying that, he dragged Susan towards the direction of the parking lot, and Rowan stood up from the ground, shouting at his back, "Where are you going?!"
"Wait here for me to come pick you up!" After throwing out this sentence, Simon dragged Susan away quickly.
Simon Rhodes picked up the coat by the poolside, worriedly following them.
The car door opened, and Susan was shoved inside, her head hitting the door frame heavily. Dizziness yet to fade, the car rapidly started.
The window was open, the cold wind blowing onto her wet clothes adding another layer of chill.
Simon’s car sped down the winding mountain road rapidly. Susan didn’t dare to say a word, just tremblingly fastening her seatbelt in silence.
If Simon hadn’t told Rowan to wait for him when he left, she might have thought Simon wanted to die with her now.
The speed was so fast that several times Susan thought they were going to plunge down the mountain, but each time he turned sharply, averting danger.
When the car reached halfway down the mountain, it slammed to a stop, Susan’s hand still tightly gripping the handle.
"Get out." He didn’t look at her, his voice terrifyingly low.
Susan, cold and dumbfounded, hadn’t yet snapped out of it. As she reached out to open the car door, he shouted again, "Get out!"
The car door pushed open, Susan stepped out barefoot, and before she could completely close it, the car reversed rapidly, moving a considerable distance away.
The glaring car lights illuminated the road; Susan stood at the roadside, yet to move her feet, as she suddenly saw the car accelerating towards her.
In that moment, she didn’t know if her mind had stopped functioning or if she already felt liberated. She stood still, watching the car approaching, simply closing her eyes...
The screech of sharply applied brakes sounded again...
The car stopped less than five centimeters away from her.
Under the car lights, she stood by the roadside, her long hair blowing in the night’s breeze, like a moving painting.
Watching her slowly open her eyes, there was no emotion on her face or in her eyes.
Simon took a deep breath, pressing the horn fiercely as if venting something, then turned the car and drove back.
The piercing horn seemed to still ring in her ears, buzzing in her mind.
His car drove away, leaving silence instantly around, luckily the streetlights on the roadside prevented it from being too dark.
Susan looked behind her, then ahead, slowly setting off on foot again. Original content can be found at novel·fıre·net
She didn’t know how far the journey to the bottom of the mountain was, nor did her heart feel overly complicated emotions, just feeling the pain in her feet.
Her shoes had fallen off during her struggle at the pool, and walking barefoot felt somewhat more comfortable than wearing high heels.
She didn’t bother to look carefully for stones or broken glass on the ground, walking on robotically like a soulless body.
Cars brushed past her, she didn’t wave them down, nor did they stop.
She didn’t know how many turns she had made, nor how far it was to the foot of the mountain, feeling neither pain nor fatigue, her feet functioning like machinery.
Then — a car horn sounded behind her, she moved to the side, not even turning her head.
The beam of the car lights came closer, and when she thought this car would quickly pass just like the previous ones, it stopped beside her.