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4 - Thunder

SHE took a quick turn. She could hardly move when she noticed Cuhen Malcogn, who was standing in the distance with a gun in one hand and a dark expression on his face. He's staring at her.

Fear crawled all over her body, accompanied by the trembling of her knees. No! How did it get to her? Will she be killed? She wanted to cry. She's already escaped, but why is the forest betraying her? But she wouldn't let him touch her or lock her in that room just to kill her.

She'd rather die running away than be killed.

"Stop running, you damn woman!" His voice sounded like thunder, which frightened her even more.

She didn't notice the very high precipice ahead of her as she hurried away, despite the fact that it was impossible for her to escape it in this order. All she wanted was to get away from him and save her own life. But with one step, she felt as if he had collapsed.

Her throat let out a piercing scream. She would have died if she hadn't grabbed the protruding root of the tree with one hand.

"Damn!" In the blink of an eye, the man she had been fleeing appeared in front of her. He quickly fell to the ground and reached out his hand. "Woman, take my hand!"

She shook her head. She couldn't reach for his hand. Her escape became pointless once she reached for the man in front of him's hand. Again, tears streamed down her cheeks, confirming her vulnerability.

"Bullshit. Grab it now!" He lets out a growl.

She closed her eyes. She was hesitant to accept Cuhen's assistance, but she did not want to fall into the abyss. She estimated that it was over 100 feet below, not including the creepy creatures. Ellah's hesitation caused her to miss the slow rupture of the small vein she was clutching.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"I've got you!" After Cuhen had carefully guarded her up, a strong hand gripped her wrist in tandem with the sudden downpour of heavy rain.

"A-are you going to kill me?" she asked, trembling with fear. She was like a wet chick who had been abandoned by the hen and had gone missing.

The man did not respond. Cuhen carried her without emotion as her tears streamed down her cheeks. The man who had planned to kill her was present and saved her.

Why else would it have helped her lift? Cuhen can let him die because this was always his plan in the first place.

She was despondent. Her only hope of escaping was squandered. She appears to need to accept that this is the life that awaits her. The heavy rain added to her heartache, and all she could do was cry.

She admits to herself that Cuhen Malcogn is a man of exceptional charisma. If someone stares, his sex appeal will overflow, and his eyes will penetrate the soul. Even if she already has a fiancée, many women are still smitten by the man.

She had hoped to meet him because she admired his talent and efficient business operations, which are now flourishing throughout Asia. But now, instead of admiration, she is filled with rage, fear, and disgust. She was so tired that she didn't realize she'd fallen asleep in his arms while tears welled up in her eyes.

Cuhen looked down at the girl in his arms. In search, this woman shook her head. Ellah reasoned that she might be able to flee. He was the only person who knew the ins and outs of the place.

He would not have known that the girl ran on the right side if he had not returned home because he forgot to bring the gun for an emergency. Some of the yard's flowering plants had been trampled, and there were still footprints on the soft ground. He didn't waste any time and immediately followed her. He knew the woman hadn't gone far, and if he couldn't reach her, she'd fall straight into the abyss.

When they arrived home, it was dusk and they were drenched. Ellah was gently placed on the bamboo sofa by Cuhen. He quickly retrieved a clean towel, t-shirt, and boxer shorts from his closet.

It didn't wake up when he started taking off the woman's clothes. Damn! He was enraged and threw an evil look at the ceiling, but he kept his cool.

When he quickly put the girl in the dress with caution and restraint, he did not claim her in this situation as compensation for what it had done. He then treated her foot's scars and wounds. If she was still awake, she could taste his rage.

He then lifted the unconscious woman to her room. Damn her for making him angry. He should punish her right away, but he can't.

The rain continued to fall heavily, occasionally followed by thunder and lightning. He shook his head and slowly lowered her body onto the soft bed before flipping on the lampshade switch.

He grabbed another blanket from the cabinet and wrapped it around her. He also went to the window, took the blanket in which the girl had entrapped him, and shut the window. He didn't expect Ellah to set a strange trap for him and have him fall for it. He thought the only thing she could do was cry and beg on the side of the bed.

That's not going to happen again, lady!

He stepped quickly towards the door, no emotion on his face, and exited. In those moments, he simply clenched his fist and drank alcohol as his running back. He needs to calm down. For the time being, he has nothing to do with the woman, but the punishment she deserves will begin tomorrow. He will ensure that her beloved father, who is hiding in a sheepskin, suffers undue pain as he punishes her. He was itching to kill the old man, but not right now; instead, he would indulge him in the pain it had caused him in his life.

He returned to the woman's room a few moments later and checked to see if she was still alive and breathing. When he saw her crying and trembling, he smirked. He ignored the matter and simply shut the door again, letting out a deep sigh. He could do nothing but approach the woman and feel her forehead as he watched her cry.

He removed his hand from the extreme heat of Ellah. She was trembling and refusing to accept the blanket he had given her. She was like something that would snap in a matter of seconds. He exclaimed and jumped to his feet.

As he walked to his room to take medicine, his fists clenched. He also used the heater to heat water and poured it into the small basin. He also grabbed a face towel.

Bullshit!

He was a kidnapper yesterday, and now he's a caregiver for someone who's ill? Hell, no! This was not his intention.

He entered the woman's room, carrying the medicine, a glass of water, and a basin. He woke her up to give her medicine, but she cried with her eyes closed. He was shaken and couldn't help but place a warm towel on her brow.

He also stood up and took another blanket from the cabinet, adding it to the one that was on the woman's body. What he did did help a little because it kept her from shivering.

"Hey, lady!" He stroked her cheek. "Take this medicine," but the woman's eyes remained closed.

He cursed under his breath. He appeared to want to force her to drink so he could rest. It was nearly midnight, and he wanted to go to bed. Outside, the rain had stopped, and the sounds of insects had taken its place.

"D-dad..."

His fist was clenched. That's it! He was so engrossed in her commotion that he jolted her awake. He smirked as she slowly opened her eyes. They will be puffy and red, possibly as a result of crying.

"Drink," he said as he handed her the medicine and a glass of water.

Tears welled up in her eyes once more, and despite the fact that only a lampshade provided light in such a small space, he could see the girl's fear in her eyes.

"Come on, have a drink!" His patience is low due to his volatile temperament, which reacts quickly.

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