Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 481

"You've been compromised."

Tarquin forwarded the message to Axel.

Axel glanced at it, furrowing his brows and looking up sternly at Blossom in front of him. Just in time to see her slipping her phone into her pocket.

Jindale City was in the north, where winters were harsh and nights even more so. Wrapped in a thick beige parka, Blossom stood by the roadside waiting for the light to change, her hands tucked into her pockets before she brought them to her mouth, blowing on them to warm up, chuckling from the cold. With every bounce on her toes, the bunny ears on her hat wobbled back and forth. At first glance, she was the picture of adorableness. Hardly the image of a mysterious informant!

But she was undoubtedly a suspect. Whether the message came from her was up for debate since it was sent from a burner phone, Axel said, "I'll go test the waters with her, contact you later."

Tarquin reminded him once more, "Safety first, apprehension second! Call me if anything happens."

"Got it."

Call ended, Axel pocketed his phone and lowered his baseball cap as he walked towards Blossom.

Blossom sensed something and turned to look at Axel. From a distance, she couldn't make out Axel's features, but she still looked interested and gave him a couple more glances. Just then, a car zoomed by, and Axel, spotting an opportunity, quickly moved behind Blossom and forcefully pushed her into the street.

"Ah!" Blossom screamed, tumbling onto the road.

The crowd gasped in horror.

"Lady, get up quickly, there's a car!"

Some quick-reacting bystanders shouted at Blossom, but she seemed petrified, sitting in the middle of the road, staring wide-eyed at the oncoming car, frozen in fear!

The crowd panicked, their screams, honks, and screeching brakes mingling into a chaotic symphony, but none could snap Blossom out of her fright. She was too scared to move!

Axel, dressed in a black tracksuit with a cap, stood among the chaotic crowd, staring intently at Blossom. As the car was about to hit her, with no sign of her moving, he frowned slightly, a peculiar look flashing in his eyes. Then, with swift action, his fingers flicked towards the speeding car.