Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 795

However, I distinctly heard his voice trembling. Even his arms around me were shaking.

I was completely limp in his arms, making me question the reality of everything before me. I could even feel my teeth incessantly chattering.

After a while, Atlas gently released me, scrutinizing my face and checking if I was injured. Then, he embraced me tightly again, as if afraid of losing me once more, and kissed my forehead passionately.

Later, he bent down, lifting me in his arms. With the protection of the group, we left the rooftop and exited the Bourdamun Hotel.

Only at that moment did I realize that the people in the banquet hall on the second floor had already been urgently evacuated, and the entire building had been swiftly cleared out.

As we left the Bourdamun Hotel, I noticed a crowd of cops surrounding the area. A white sheet covered a figure on the ground, stained with vivid red blood.

The air was still filled with the scent of blood, and not far away, there was the explosion site from the man who detonated the car.

After Atlas carried me into the car, we left for the adjacent street, heading to the chain hotel where Ivanna was staying.

It turned out that this chain hotel had also been crowded with people.

Atlas carried me back to the room, placing me gently on the bed. He stared intensely at my face, kissed me passionately, and instinctively pulled me into his arms.

This kiss was intense, greedy, and impassioned.

Then, his large hand gently stroked my face, and he softly said, "Don't be afraid. With me here, nothing will happen to you."

I buried myself in his embrace, still trembling, too scared to relive the scenes from just moments ago.

"It won't happen. I won't let you fall. If you're gone, how can I go on living?" He saw me snuggling into his arms, gently caressing my head with his large hand.

I lifted my head abruptly, looking at him. "You jerk..."

"If you're gone, who will avenge our parents? Who will save Dad? Our business will fall into the hands of the villains. By doing this, are you honoring your deceased parents? Only by staying alive, even if it's just one of us, can we bring the real culprits to justice. Even if I die, you must live well!"

I shouted at him.

He pulled me back into his embrace. "Our good days are just beginning. Your life is my life. Only together do we have a meaningful existence."

He insisted and then affectionately comforted me. "Alright, don’t cry anymore.”