My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 915

Hendrix narrowed his eyes slightly as he approached us.

"Bang!" The sound of a bullet rang out.

Kaleb snapped furiously, "Hendrix, don't move if you don't want her to die. Her life is worth more than yours, I wouldn't exchange her for you. Let us go now, or else I can't guarantee that she won't bleed to death."

Hendrix stood there, and his gaze fell on my already numb arm. The puddle of bright crimson blood on the ground stood out.

He pursed his lips and said without any more thought, "Let them go!"

Evan, who'd been dead set on hunting his enemies down, was startled by his words. He looked at Hendrix in disbelief. "Mr. Roberts, this is our only chance..." he said incredulously.

"Let them go!" Hendrix ordered again as his gaze fell on me, a deep and indescribable pain flashing across his eyes.

Kaleb held me tightly and shifted warily towards the other side of the road.

He laughed wickedly upon seeing Hendrix putting his gun away.

He threw me into the car, with Westin at the wheel. As soon as we got into the car, he pulled away quickly.

Kaleb narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on me. He laughed madly. "Miss Reid, you've been a great help to us!"

I pursed my lips and glared at him. I was starting to feel a little lightheaded from the blood loss.

He smiled and turned to Westin, who was driving. "Go to Leechey's place!"

Westin seemed like he had something to say, but stopped when he noticed my bleeding arm. He just frowned slightly and nodded.

"They're still following us!" Westin said while looking at the rear mirror.

"Shake them off our tail!" Kaleb snapped. As he looked at me, he suddenly sneered. "Since Hendrix likes chasing after us so much, let him continue following us. It's fun to drive around. After all, it's just one life at stake."

Obviously, he was referring to my one life. After all, my arm was still bleeding non-stop.

I was feeling a little dizzy after losing so much blood. I had lost all my strength as I leaned against the car door, my brain feeling deprived of oxygen.

After making a few detours, Westin could not help but frown when he turned around to look at me. "Mr. Becker, I'm afraid she will die if she continues to bleed like this!"

Kaleb, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. He barely glanced at me and said indifferently, "Are we still being followed?"

Westin looked back and shook his head slightly. "It looks like they've stopped!"

"Hmph!" Kaleb snickered. "How boring. Let's get to Leechey's place now!"

Westin switched his route. He didn't return to the villa, but headed to another secluded house.

I had, however, passed out in the car.

I woke up in a completely unfamiliar place, on a bed with white sheets.

The pain in my arm seemed to have spread. I wanted to move, but I didn't have the strength to at all.

The pain made me sweat vigorously after trying to move a few times, so eventually, I gave up.

My throat felt dry, perhaps because I hadn't been able to drink anything for a long time.

I caught a glimpse of a glass of water on the table from the corner of my eye. I tried to get out of bed, but I couldn't.

A slender hand suddenly reached out to grab hold of the cup. Surprised, I turned to its owner on instinct.

I was speechless for a moment when I saw that familiar cold face. "Sebastian!" I exclaimed, my voice hoarse and my throat hurting.