Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Burn the city.

While Arwen lost consciousness, she failed to notice someone else's appearance. As the smoke gradually thinned, he walked through it like Hades emerging from the underworld.

His trench coat swayed in the air like sharp blades, ready to slash through anyone who dared block his path. He didn't look around. His gaze was fixed on the Mercedes—or more specifically, on the woman trapped inside it.

Reaching out, he tried to open the door. But it was stuck and wouldn't budge. Before the man who had followed him could offer help, the man himself took a step back and shattered the window with a single punch.

His strike was so precise that although the glass shattered, none of the pieces flew in to sting or cut her skin. In the next moment, he reached inside to unlock the door, pulling it open at once.

His eyes grew cold as he assessed her condition. With her limbs trapped awkwardly and her head bleeding, she looked like a terrible mess—nothing like the image of her that he held in his memories.

Had he arrived too late?

No, he couldn't afford to be late. Not this time, at least. Especially not when she was like this.

"Arwen!" he called as he bent down to inspect her. Pressing his fingers to the side of her neck, he tried to feel her pulse. But it was so faint that it scared him. Shaking his head, he quickly reached out to unbuckle her seatbelt.

"You cannot die. Do you hear me? Open your eyes," he commanded, but she didn't respond. He tried to shake her awake, but she remained still, unresponsive to any of his orders.

Did she even know that the world followed his commands? Or did she know that she alone had the power and authority to disobey him?

"Sir, we need to get the lady out of here first. The car could catch fire at any second. It's not safe," the other man, dressed in formal attire, spoke, keeping his tone polite and sincere.

The man nodded, and in the next second, he scooped her up in his arms. His actions were so swift they reflected his ease in carrying her.

With her in his arms, he turned to walk back to his car when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He didn't turn around, but the person behind him could feel the dark, dangerous aura he was emitting at that moment.

Even though he had been by his boss's side for years, he still couldn't handle this dark side of him with ease. It chilled his soul.

"Emyr, I want you to find out who was responsible for this. And also, who was in that other car," he ordered.