Chapter 231

Westin dashed into the room.

He held Janet in his arms, his hands shaking.

“No…NO!!!”

He pressed his hand to her wound and tried to stop the bleeding. But it didn’t work.

Her breathing was shallow. Her face was pale.

It almost felt as though she was dying.

“Janet… Janet please…” he pressed his forehead against hers, choking in panic, “Come back to me…God please…”

Tears welled up in his eyes.

He hadn’t shed a single tear since he buried his parents at 7 years old.

A mixture of strong emotions overwhelmed him at this very moment, fear, sorrow, and rage…

WHO DID THIS TO HER!

“My King!” Clemente rushed into the room with a bucket of water.

He poured the water on the roaring fire. But it didn’t kill the fire.

“King! We should get out of here!” Clemente grabbed Westin’s shoulder, crying hastily. “The fire is getting stronger. And Princess Janet needs treatment!”

Westin was snapped back to reality from his sorrow.

He reached his hands out to pick Janet up from the ground.

Janet struggled her eyes open a slit.

“…Cle…Clemente…” she murmured weakly, stretching out her hand to Clemente.

Westin’s face changed abruptly.

Why did she want Clemente instead?

Did she trust Clemente now more than she trust him?!

“My King,” Clemente bent his back. “Do you want me to-”

“NO!” Westin snapped.

her closely to his chest as though

went dashing out of the room

had passed

this hour, just a sleepy receptionist at the

open and hit the wall with a loud bang and saw Westin dashed in carrying a woman

He snarled, “She needs

call for the doctors. A couple of nurses rushed out

down on the bed. His

“…Save her.”

stared at the nurses with bloodshot eyes, “You

our best, my

fucking try!” his gorgeous face consorted with rage, “I want you to do whatever it takes to

winced at his furious

the emergency room with a single scar on her body, you will all be

nurse staggered backward

King was very charming. He was even friendly to the

entire lives had they seen their King this furious,

of control.

at Westin’s sleeve, “My king, they

breathed heavily and took

nurses and doctors finally rolled the bed

slumped onto the

arched his back and buried

whole body was shaking…Even his soul

much to him until

blood, her eyes

was

was so strong that it almost

to run away from him, he couldn’t do any physical harm to

of was locking her in a dark

happy–if not happy then at least safe under his

of his life and

nose.

put his hands together,

blazed with

that person regret ever being

“My King.”

to his side and handed

put some of

didn’t take the

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