“W-Why do you have to speak so harshly? You’re cursing me, aren’t you?” Willow’s anger burned as she gritted her teeth and glared at him. At that moment, she observed Jasper driving the car through one road after another as if he had a destination.

“You don’t live here, do you?” she asked. curiously.

‘To a safe house,” he answered. “A safe house?” Willow blinked, and a flicker of thought crossed her mind. “Are you an undercover cop? Are you affiliated with Interpol?”

“No.” Jasper denied it directly. “No? Then, who exactly are you?” She persisted in her unyielding questioning.

“I already told you. I can’t reveal my identity, so stop asking.” With that, he abruptly clutched his chest. The steering wheel jerked in a different direction under his grip..

Are you okay?” Willow was startled. She noticed him furrowing his brow, a sheen of cold sweat on

had only just gotten out of bed today and had driven all the way here to rescue her. Even if he’s as

the accelerator. Willow quickly grasped her seatbelt in fear. Is he trying to re-enact a scene from Fast and Furious? How can an injured man drive at such high

pushed the door open to exit, only to collapse on the ground. Traces of blood stained his

support him. However, her strength proved insufficient, and he had to

ordinary appearance, he unexpectedly lifted the lock to reveal a fingerprint scanner. He pressed his

behind the wooden entrance. Willow finally grasped that this was the safe house as it exuded a

a backroom style. It encompassed all the expected

kit? Let me bandage your wound!”

to the couch where he was seated, she noticed

the kit and instructed, “Lie down. I’ll

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