Chapter 201

Right On Time His clothes were off, and he pressed himself against me. I fought back by biting and kicking as hard as possible and screaming for help. Matthew looked like a crazed panther as he let out a chilling laugh.

You were never like this before. Weren’t you the one who loved me the most? Today, I’ll make sure you enjoy it! Haha!”

“Let go of me, Matthew!” I was in despair. Nausea overwhelmed me again. I’d rather die than have him touch me.

When he hit me again, the world started to spin.

“You don’t know what’s good for you. I’ll love you like I used to. Chlo, I don’t want it to be like this either.

I don’t want to hurt you. After being apart for so long, I’ve missed you terribly. I want to be with you!”

Crash!

With a booming sound, the door burst open from outside. I yelled, “Help me! Let go of me!”

The instinct to survive made me fight even harder. Suddenly, I felt lighter. I heard a muffled sound followed by a furious roar.

“How dare you touch her?!”

It was Atlas’s voice. I quickly grabbed the dusty blanket on the bed and wrapped myself in it, sobbing. I saw Atlas relentlessly punching with his fists and Matthew’s wails of agony.

I buried myself even deeper in the blanket, humiliated and violated. The pain in my heart intensified.

This man had trampled my entire life, and even after leaving, I couldn’t escape his torment.

The sounds of Matthew’s cries grew weaker. I softly called out, “Stop!”

I feared Atlas might beat Matthew to death, and he’d have to pay with his life. Matthew wasn’t worth it.

Allas stopped and looked at me. His once handsome face was now dark, resembling the devil emerging from hell.

Those narrow, profound eyes gleamed with an icy chill. Matthew struggled to get up, but Atlas kicked him hard, and he fell unconscious.

Then, Atlas removed his coat and wrapped me in it, pulling me into his arms. He wiped away the blood under my nose, and I completely broke down.

“I want to go home!” I gritted my teeth, my voice barely intelligible.

He held me, standing up and carrying me downstairs. In the narrow living room, a crowd stood In the dark.

Dylan! Take care of it!” Atlas gave the order, and the sounds of doors closing could be heard down the hallway I closed my eyes. I could never return here.

Atlas carried me back to Amethyst Apartments. He placed me by the bathroom door and gently said, “Go wash up. I be right outside”

I nodded, watching him turn away. I turned on the shower and let the water flow over me. When I emerged, he was waiting outside with a bag of ice.

Then, as he gently applied it to my face, he asked softly, “Does it still hurt?”

I remained silent. The anger I felt toward him dissipated the moment he burst in. Yet, I still sensed an unspoken despair. I thanked him for rescuing me, but how long could he protect me?

“I’m sorry! It’s my fault!” There was a trace of guilt in his eyes.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, not speaking. I honestly didn’t know what to say or how to say it.

“Are you angry with me? I shouldn’t have left you alone!” His eyes were full of regret and restraint.

“You’ve done a lot. I have no reason to be angry with you.” I sounded distant as I said, “You should go back. I need to pick up my daughter.”

“I want to be with you.” His gaze was filled with reluctance, and his tone was gentle.