Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 115

Hazel lay in bed, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes into her hairline, dampening a small patch of the pillow.

She rolled over and buried her face in the covers. The suffocating feeling washed over her like a tidal wave, pulling her under.

Just as she was completely at a loss, someone knocked on the window.

Hazel bolted upright. She turned her head, the moonlight filtering through the gap in the curtains, looking like a beacon of hope.

The window tapped twice more. She hastily threw off the covers and padded barefoot to the window, pulling back a corner of the curtain to look down.

Someone was standing below. The dim, yellowish light of the streetlamp made it hard to see their face clearly; only a blurry silhouette was visible.

The person was waving frantically, gesturing for her to come down.

Hazel's heart leaped, pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. Whoever it was, as long as they could help her get out, she would be endlessly grateful!

The figure below bent down, picked up a rock, and threw it at the window.

Hazel instinctively stepped back. The glass shattered instantly, sending shards flying across the floor. A few pieces scratched her calf, leaving shallow cuts.

Hazel's heart raced wildly as she tried to figure out how to jump down.

Outside the door, Mrs. Higgins's voice called out, laced with tension. "Ma'am, what happened?"

Hazel took a deep breath, forcing her voice steady. "Nothing. I knocked over a vase."

"Let me come in and clean it up."

"No need. I can clean it myself."

Mrs. Higgins persisted, her tone bordering on pleading. "Ma'am, please let me do it. What if you cut your hand..."

"I said I don't need you. Don't you understand English?" Hazel's voice turned frosty. "Do I have absolutely no say in this house anymore?"

A brief silence followed. Mrs. Higgins's voice dropped, tinged with fear. "No, Ma'am. I just didn't want you getting hurt..."

"I said it's fine. I can clean it up myself," Hazel cut her off. "I don't want anyone else bothering me."

The door went quiet. Footsteps faded away, and the hallway returned to dead silence.

Hazel leaned against the door and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her gaze was sharp and resolved.

She turned back to the window and glanced down. The person was still there, looking up.

She quickly scanned the room, searching for anything useful. Her eyes landed on the curtains, and an idea immediately sparked. She moved on it instantly.

Every step sent shooting pain through Hazel's leg, but she bit her lip and didn't make a sound.

By the time they made it out of the villa complex, the road was completely empty. Not a single taxi was in sight.

Gideon was sweating profusely from anxiety, frantically looking up and down the street. Hazel leaned heavily against him, the bleeding from her leg only worsening. Her pants were already soaked through with blood, sticking uncomfortably to her skin.

She looked down and frowned. Judging by the damage, the wound was deep. She was going to need stitches.

"Hang in there, I'll get us a ride in a second," Gideon said, his voice trembling. He helped her walk a few more steps while pulling out his phone to order a car.

Hazel took a deep breath. The wound was throbbing intensely. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but she forced herself to endure. "It's fine. I can hold on."

Despite her words, black spots were already dancing in her vision. The pain surged in rhythmic waves, like someone taking a knife to her leg over and over. The agony was so intense it seemed to echo in her chest, slowing her very breathing.

Cold sweat slicked her forehead, and her lips had lost all their color.

Just then, a black Cayenne pulled up smoothly and stopped in front of them.

The window rolled down to reveal a strikingly handsome, sharp face. His slightly upturned, predatory gaze looked incredibly dark in the night, narrowing instantly the moment he saw Hazel.

"Hazel?" Marcus Thornton's eyes trailed from her pale face down to her leg, his pupils shrinking slightly. "What happened to you?"