Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368 Are You a Ninja Turtle? 

My heart sank, without time to think, I pushed into the crowd, positioning myself protectively beside the two of them, forcibly leading them out of the crowd. But these people were like persistent pests, following us all the way, cursing and swearing at us. 

Without holding back at all, some middle-aged women even started to openly curse in the street. 

I turned a deaf ear, helped the old lady onto the car, and saw someone trying to approach the car. Without thinking, I pushed that person away, let Emma quickly get on the car, and then directly closed the car door. 

The person who was about to pull the car door was a fat man. He was caught off guard and was directly pushed to the ground by me, falling squarely. For a moment, everyone around was stunned, probably all confused, after all, no one expected that I would suddenly push 

someone. 

A few seconds later, the man on the ground stood up, glaring at me and said, “Fuck you, bitch, you dare to push me, I’ll let you push enough today.” 

The fat body suddenly lunged at me. How could I possibly match this fat pig? When he charged at me, I didn’t react in time and was genuinely hit by him. Fortunately, my quick-reacting bodyguard who was following me steadied me and stood in front of me. He grabbed the fat pig’s collar and pushed him away. 

A fight broke out, and the situation suddenly became chaotic. The crowd that had been merely surrounding us suddenly swarmed in, attacking the bodyguards. I didn’t have time to react, someone grabbed 

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my hair and yanked me several meters away. My scalp was in severe pain, and I was kicked several times. Some shameless person even groped me. 

A wave of nausea swept over me, and ignoring the pain in my scalp, I used both my hands and mouth to pry the hand that was pulling my hair. I was nearly mad, wildly scratching and biting at the people surrounding me. 

But it only lasted for a few seconds, I was suddenly grabbed by the hand and pressed to the ground. My face scraped against the ground, causing a burning pain. My hand was restrained, I couldn’t move at all. I didn’t know who was pressing their knee into my lower back, I was completely immobilized for a moment. 

At a disadvantage, I only felt myself being kicked piece by piece, with pain and shame coexisting. I originally thought that I was definitely going to be beaten half to death this time. 

But all I could hear was the sudden grunt of a man and the scream of a woman by my ear. Moments later, the force pressing against me disappeared. 

I was jolted awake by a strong force, vaguely seeing Walter’s face. I was sluggish for a few seconds, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest. 

Looking at my disheveled state, Walter’s eyes were dark and cold. He raised his hand to touch my face, but I dodged. Looking at the police and bodyguards he brought, I croaked, “I’m fine.” 

He pursed his lips, slightly withdrew his hand, and swept a murderous gaze over the crowd. Then, he turned to the leading police captain and said, “You saw what just happened. This incident has already harmed my family. I will give an explanation to all the tourists and victims about the incident in the scenic area, but for those who hurt my loved 

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ones, I hope you can also give me a reasonable explanation.” 

After speaking, he wore a gloomy expression and settled me into the 

car. 

The police took away all the tourists who were causing trouble. 

The old lady and Emma had also been arranged by Walter to be sent away. I sat in the car, waiting for Walter to settle everyone before he got in the car and instructed the driver to go directly to the hospital. 

On the bus. 

The places where my body was scratched began to hurt belatedly. I hung my head low, not looking at Walter’s reaction beside me. I just felt a burning pain on my face, and couldn’t help but wonder, would this disfigure me? 

My hand was held, Walter’s palm was large and warm. Held by him, I didn’t pull away. The fear deep in my bones didn’t give me the courage to pull away, so I let him hold it. 

A low, remorseful voice echoed in my ear, “I’m sorry, I…” 

“I’m fine,” I interrupted him, my voice as calm as possible, “You don’t need to apologize.” 

When I said this, I was looking down, not at him. 

Didn’t know what his expression was.