Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 370

The voice on the other end was calm and soothing. "I checked her out earlier. The hit to her head was pretty bad, and losing him hit her hard. Her mind's trying to block out everything about him. Her memory's gonna be all over the place for at least the next six months."

Z finally relaxed, leaning against a nearby tree. He was tall, and the streetlamp cast his shadow long enough to cover the whole street. Just standing there, he was a sight to see, and a tipsy woman passing by couldn't help but notice.

"Hey, handsome. Wanna come back with me for some fun? I'll pay you well," she offered, clearly well-off from her appearance. She looked at Z with fascination and reached out to touch his face.

But in a split second, a sharp pain shot through her as her wrist was twisted painfully.

"What are you offering to play with? Your life?" he asked, his eyes suddenly menacing.

The woman snapped out of her daze, screaming in pain and stumbling back several meters, desperate to escape to the safety of her room and away from this terrifying man.

dressed and ready to start her day. It stopped

happened to your hand?" the

the bandage looked a bit pale, clearly nursing a hangover. "You wouldn't believe it. Last night, after drinks with friends, I ran into this psycho downstairs. I thought I was looking pretty good, so I flirted a bit and asked if he wanted to come home with me. Next thing I know, he twists my wrist and asks what I'd use to play with him. For a second, I thought

broke your wrist? What kind of guy

this great build,

Z wouldn't break a girl's wrist like that. He was just a normal waiter, not particularly handsome, or he wouldn't be

the elevator, she

that face

if you've seen him around. Maybe he's just a rich lady's toy boy. Your exes were all big celebrities, so if you thought he looked good, he must be