No Strings Attached

Just as he was about to reach Clara, a gunshot echoed from behind, and the man fell to the ground. Blood flowed down the man's spine, pooling on the ground.

lan immediately covered Clara's eyes, whispering soothingly, "It's okay. It's all over now. Let's get out of here." He scooped Clara into his arms and gave Dawson a few quick instructions before they left.

Clara, who had just been in a standoff with the kidnapper, now lay limp and weak in lan's embrace. Her icy little hands clutched at his shirt fiercely, and her teeth were still chattering. Her wet eyes stared intently into lan's, her voice frail, "lan, how's Katherine?"

lan leaned down and kissed her lips gently, his voice warm, "She had to get a few stitches in her back, but she's going to be okay, don't worry." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Clara gazed into lan's eyes. They were so similar to Brodie's. She murmured softly, "You know, a woman's instinct in the face of danger is to scream, but Katherine just charged forward. Don't you find that strange?"

lan looked down at her. "You think she's in love with my dad?"

not just a simple crush. It's love deep in her bones. That's why she had rushed in

were just for

day, handsome and debonair. He must've been the dream of countless women, and there must've been some history between

being betrayed by a scoundrel and pursued

was shaken and took a long time to calm down. She

as a waiter. He took

eyes deepened. "With me and the bodyguards there, he couldn't have hurt Clara. Why did the SWAT

opposite rooftop. By the time the shot rang out and the SWAT team got there, the shooter was

Clara's abduction to the silencing of the kidnapper -

target wasn't Clara. It was him. Put another way, it