Carla turned around and almost jumped out of her skin at the sight of the man with strawberry blonde hair. Something suddenly caught her eyes as she glanced down to find that he was holding a dagger in his hand. 'I suppose it is better to get mugged and lose everything you have, rather than losing your life, ' she thought.
Carla looked at him and asked herself, 'Why am I still standing here?' She immediately turned around and started to run as fast as she could.
He saw Carla running and became furious. He wasn't going to let her go that easily. The man tried to run after her but he knew she was too far ahead to catch. He threw the dagger straight for her back.
A young woman walked past and saw the man throw a dagger at Carla. The passerby wanted to help her but knew he would go for her as well. Doing the best she could to help, she called the police.
Carla jumped to the side and successfully dodged the dagger the man threw at her.
He realized he missed. Then the man reached for another dagger and threw it at her, this time injuring Carla.
She saw the dagger coming towards her face at a rapid pace. Carla's instincts kicked in and she lifted her hand to guard herself. Feeling an instant pain, she glanced down to find the dagger had sliced through her hand.
Carla screamed out in pain, "Ouch!"
In pain and exhausted from running, she had no more energy to dodge the daggers. Carla was beginning to give up hope and give in.
The man saw she was exhausted and knew that the advantage was on his side. He lifted another dagger into the air and was about the throw it one last time.
Before the man could throw the dagger into the air, he felt a powerful kick to the back from a man behind him and fell to the floor. The passersby that were watching this whole scene unravel immediately came to restrain the man.
The man that saved Carla's life ran to her aid.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Carla froze for a second when she saw him. He seemed to look familiar.
He was looking at her with gentle eyes that showed concern. This man had a muscular body and broad shoulders. His bright eyes and distinctive jawline made him so handsome. Looking at him was like seeing the sun start to shine on a cold day.
Carla looked down at her open wound on her hand.
"I'm fine. The cut is not that deep," she responded.
It finally occurred to her that he was the man she met at the hotel that day. As he came closer, her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.
In fact, any girl would feel this way if a man of his structure would even look their way.
The man moved closer and said, "Let me see." He gently lifted her hand to see how badly injured it was.
The man looked at her wound and frowned, "This cut is quite deep. How about I drive you to the hospital to get it checked and cleaned up? My car is nearby."
He bent down and picked up a box of gastric medicine. He must have dropped it when he was saving Carla.
The man just went to the pharmacy to buy medicine. On his way back he happened to see Carla was in need of his help.
Carla covered her wound with her other hand. "No, thank you. I will take a taxi to the hospital. I don't want to inconvenience you too much. You have helped me so much already."
If it wasn't for this man, she would have been dead. Carla didn't want to put him through any more trouble.
He looked at Carla, "It isn't the time to be a hero. You will lose too much blood if you wait any longer. I have no problem at all driving you there." He didn't give Carla a chance to refuse him again. Before she knew it, he already put her arm around his shoulder and was helping her walk to the car.
When they reached the car, he gently took her arm off his shoulder and helped her climb in. He was going to go to the gym later on that day, so he had a clean towel in his car for afterward. He put the towel on her hand and said, "Hold this here. Make sure you press it on the wound until we get to the hospital."
Carla was in a lot of pain and the wound was bleeding profusely. So she accepted the man's help without saying anything else.
After they arrived at the hospital, the doctor attended her wound. Fortunately, the wound wasn't as extensive as they thought. It was only the bleeding that made it look severe. There was no need to stitch it.
Walking out of the hospital, Carla thanked the man. "Thank you for saving my life. If it weren't for you, I would have died."
The man replied with a smile, "It's a pleasure. It doesn't matter where you are in the world. There will always be someone that will do a brave deed. If it wasn't me, there would have been someone else to save you. It just happened to be me. So, don't worry about it."
His forthright made people feel at ease when they spoke to him.
"How rude of me! I haven't introduced myself. My name is Carla Ji. You at least deserve to know who you saved," Carla joked and reached out to shake his hand. This man was really special and unforgettable. He was bold, righteous and had something amazing about him that Carla couldn't quite figure out.
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