Her Secret Mate novel Chapter 22

The fear at the bottom of her heart was gradually spreading. His bloody mouth was about to devour her.

The strength gap between men and women, coupled with the muscles all over the little hooligan's body, made her unable to move on the door, and what she could breathe was the disgusting smell of the man in front of her.

It was not until then that she realized how gentle Jeremy was to her.

Apparently, he didn't want to let her go.

"Let me go. I'll call the police at once if you don't let me go!"

Fiona was not kidding. With last experience, although she was also scared, she had calmed down a lot this time.

"Call the police?" The man laughed loudly and said, "Are you kidding me?"

The guest in this room had ordered the service, but she still refused it. It was a little difficult to deal with her. But it didn't matter since she was such a beautiful guest.

Not daring to meet his eyes, she squatted down and wrapped her arms around herself tightly.

She didn't have her phone with her. What she was thinking about was to use the phone to ask help from Jeremy. She didn't know why, but he came into her mind naturally.

If he was here, the hooligan dared not to do anything to her.

But Jeremy was so far away from here, so he couldn't come.

Fiona got up the courage again, glared at the man in front of him and questioned, "Why did you knock on my door? This is my room! "

The hotel staff gave the room card to her in person. Besides, the hotel was popular in Studio City. There was no reason to have uninvited guests in the middle of the night.

The man swallowed his saliva impatiently and ignored her. He quickly stripped himself off.

"Ah!" With her head down, Fiona shouted, "Pervert!"

She covered her eyes with her hands, not daring to look at that man.

"I'm not a pervert. Don't worry. I promise you will be satisfied with my service." The hooligan moved closer and whispered in her ear. There was a terrible smell mixed with the smell of sweat and cigarette from his breath.

She was almost smothered by the smoke.

She pointed to the toilet and said timidly, "Wait a minute. I have to go to the toilet. I can't help but..."

The hooligan was so angry that his face turned red. He kicked the door and waved his hand impatiently.

"Fuck! You want to torture me to death? Go ahead! "

She immediately got up and clumsily ran to the bathroom and closed the door. She leaned against the door and gasped hard. She kept the disordered breathing for a long time.

'What should I do?' She became the lamb to be slaughtered again.

She didn't have the cell phone with her, so it was impossible for her to contact others for help. Was she going to sit still and wait for death?

She bumped her head on the door. How could she have such a terrible accident.

Tears fell silently. Hearing the man's restless voice outside, she had to turn on the tap to hide herself.

Suddenly, she saw the moonlight outside the window.

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"Don't be silly!" The man downstairs held the speaker and shouted, "Young girl, life is beautiful. Don't commit suicide."

The sound of police cars and ambulances were mixed. People who were sleeping in the middle of the night were also woken up. They rushed down in succession to see what was happening.

Fiona was satisfied with this. Although she was hanging on the windowsill, with a little carelessness, it was very likely that she would fall down.

But this was her only chance.

The knocks on the door were so loud that the hooligan was immersed in his dream. He even couldn't hear the noise that had been made by Fiona and kept asking her when she would come out.

"If you don't come out right now, I will go in and get you out right away."

There were displeasure and anger in his voice. The previous gentle coaxing was no longer there.

With her hands on the windowsill carefully, Fiona held it so tightly that she dared not relax his vigilance.

To be exact, she found herself in a dilemma. Even if he asked her to get down, she dared not. She was too high to get down.