Chapter 80 Scott To The Rescue
The footsteps behind her didn’t stop–they were getting closer.
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For a split second, a flood of horrifying scenarios filled her mind. She imagined being dragged into the mountains, assaulted, and left for dead. Or worse–kidnapped, trafficked to some distant place, her organs harvested.
If she had known this would happen, she would have stayed in the car,
No, wait. Even if I had stayed, once Julius left, this person could have easily smashed the window and gotten to me anyway.
She pushed forward, moving as fast as she could, ignoring the searing pain in her leg-
Then, a sudden beam of light cut through the darkness. A voice–muffled, distant–was calling her name. But she was too terrified to make sense of it. Her ears were ringing, her heartbeat thunderous, drowning out all other sounds.
“Help! Save me!” Jemima shrieked as she felt someone closing in, a hand almost upon her. Pure survival instinct took over- she bolted upright and ran.
She had barely made it several steps up the slope when something tightened around her waist. In the next instant, her feet left the ground. A long arm had effortlessly wrapped around her, lifting her off her feet as though she weighed nothing.
“Ah! Help! He’s going to kill me!” she screamed, thrashing wildly. Her legs flailed in mid–air, unintentionally landing several kicks on her captor.
A deep, familiar voice spoke close to her ear. “No one wants to kill you.”
Just like a person’s appearance and demeanor, a captivating voice could etch itself into memory, impossible to forget once heard. The voice behind her was exactly that–rich but not overwhelming, smooth like a spring flowing through untouched. snow. No matter the tone, it was always effortlessly pleasant to the car.
Jemima froze.
Slowly, she turned her head and lifted her gaze. In the hazy, diffused glow of the distant light, a strikingly fair and handsome. face emerged from the darkness,
Her mind reeled.
At this point, encountering anyone here–a lost hiker, a lurking predator, even a mythical creature–would have been shocking but not entirely impossible. Yet of all people, Scott appearing before her was the most improbable of all.
“You You…” She stammered, even more flustered than before,
Scott raised a brow. “Scared out of your wits? Don’t recognize me anymore?”
The sound of his voice grounded her in reality. Overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, Jemima’s eyes brimmed with tears. “What are you doing here?”
“I was just walking around.”
“Huh?” She shot him a skeptical look. Of course, he was talking nonsense,
Upon reflection, she realized her question was pointless–why else would he be here, if not to find her?
Scott stepped onto the slope, effortlessly shifting her weight as he settled her onto his thigh. His grip loosened, sliding from her waist to rest against her arm in a protective hold. “I called your name. Why did you still run?”
cars were ringing.” Jemima admitted honestly, sitting on his lap, as obedient as a little girl.
Scott arched a brow. “You ran so fast–weren’t you afraid the wound would tear open?”
She had been fine until he pointed it out. The moment he mentioned it, a sharp, burning pain flared through her leg.
Oh no.
Chapter 80 Scott To The Rescue
of work, did you?”
“Of course not!” she retorted.
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“Then why didn’t you just stay home instead of running off to jump into a trap?” His voice was cold. After a brief pause, he said. “And forget being my secretary. You might as well be my queen–you certainly have a talent for it.”
“I’m sorry.” Jemima hung her head, guilt pressing down on her like a weight.
Scott said. “Considering you got hurt for the sake of the company, I’ll let it slide this time. But if it happens again. I won’t step
in.”
She nodded fervently. “Understood! Understood! Mr. Sterling, your generosity knows no bounds. You’re practically a saint in human form. I should be worshiping–oh no, I mean, I’ll work hard! Really hard!”
Scott fell silent. For a brief moment, he genuinely considered tossing her down the hill.
Instead, not only did he refrain from abandoning her, but he also ended up serving as her personal transport, carrying her down the slope.
Jemima clung to his back, stiff and uncertain. She had no idea where to put her hands.
Hugging his neck felt too intimate, clearly inappropriate.
After a brief hesitation, she lightly rested her hands on his broad shoulders–the kind that only male leads in romance comics seemed to have.
Once they reached the foot of the mountain, Scott pulled his car over to the side of the road. With practiced ease, he lifted her into the passenger seat before striding around to the driver’s side. He climbed in, started the engine, and they were off
He drove here himself? In my memory, he rarely drives. Usually, it’s Mr. Callen or Zander behind the wheel.
Jemima was once again caught off guard by this unexpected act of kindness.
She quickly sent a message to Amelia, letting her know she had been rescued and was already on her way back to Yhuwell.
Naturally, Amelia was curious about who had come to her aid.
After all, only Amelia, her ever–unlucky childhood friend, would come to her rescue when she was stranded in this remote. mountain valley in the dead of night.
She pulled over by the roadside and asked: So, who came to your rescue?
Jemima hesitated, worried Amelia might get the wrong idea. At first, she considered brushing it off, but not answering would only make it seem like she had something to hide.
Wait a minute what do I even have to feel guilty about!
With newfound resolve, she boldly typed out the name: Scott
