Chapter 389

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As a man of power and influence, he had countless ways to get a woman. However, Linsey was different. She had once saved his life, making it imperative for him to ensure her safety above all.
A shadowy figure caught his eye on the sofa. “Linsey?” he called out.
Believing it to be Linsey, he hurried over to check. But within moments, the sound of rapid footsteps broke the silence.
In an instant, someone attacked from behind.
With swift reflexes, Gorman turned around, seizing the attacker’s wrist, poised to counterattack. A sharp yelp of pain halted his actions.
“Linsey! Is that you?”
With a silent glare, Linsey fixed her eyes on Gorman. Her face was red, and she breathed heavily. She struggled to maintain her composure, fighting the rising heat within, determined to resist the drug’s overpowering effects. Realizing she had been drugged, Linsey suspected Fernanda would soon send someone.
Cleverly, she placed a pillow on the sofa to look like someone was resting, while she hid in a corner, gripping a knife, ready to strike. Her plan was to attack anyone who approached the sofa.
However, her frail condition slowed her down, leading to her swift capture.
“Gorman, you bastard!” Linsey’s voice was rough with anger.
It turned out Gorman was the mastermind! Lately, he had been quiet, leading her to believe his fiancée had influenced him positively. Unexpectedly, he had been conspiring with Fernanda to undermine her all along!
The more she pondered over his betrayal, the fiercer her anger grew. “You won’t get away with this!”
With a fierce grip, Linsey thrust the fruit knife toward Gorman again, unyielding in her determination.
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“Please, Linsey, try to stay calm!” Gorman’s quick reflexes came into play as he caught her hand, effortlessly stopping the knife from reaching him.
The sight of Linsey’s tear-filled eyes and her anguished face stirred a deep pain within him. Fernanda, that damned fool!
He had said he wanted to be with Linsey, but not by using such deceitful tactics. Gorman believed in winning a woman’s heart genuinely, ensuring she came to him willingly.
His strong hand held her wrist gently, careful not to cause pain. “You’ve got it all wrong, Linsey. I didn’t drug you.”
“Back off! I’ve had enough of your lies!” Linsey’s voice was fraught with emotion. She knew she had to fight back with all her might, or it would be too late.
Her eyes burned with bitterness as she confronted him. “I’m so disappointed, Gorman. After I saved your life, this is how you repay me?”
A wave of remorse washed over Gorman. His face grew solemn as he insisted, “I swear, I didn’t…”
Then, a faint scent of blood mingled with the other scent in the air, catching his attention.
He paused, quickly noticing the blood seeping from her palm.
His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately took her hand, disregarding the knife still in her grasp.
“Linsey, you’re injured! We need to take care of this right away,” Gorman said, concern etching his features.
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