No One But You novel Chapter 18

She cried too loudly that it was noisy to cause my headache.

"No."

"How about my jaw?"

"Neither."

"Cheekbones?"

"Your cheekbones are fake, too?" I was amazed. "Is there any real place in your face?"

"The skin is real!" She was shameless. As she howled I tried to get out of the car.

I hit my leg. It hurt.

She was still crying in the car, I looked at her irritably, “Get down. Do you want to stay there to celebrate your new year?”

"I'm stuck." Her crying face was ghostly and her mascara glued to her eyes.

I limped over to her and took a look. Her foot was stuck between the accelerator and the brake. Pulling it out would have been fine, but it would have skinned her ankle.

"Just take your foot out."

“No, no, no!” She cried out loud, “It hurts, I'm going to die!"

"Your foot is just stuck. You can't die!"

“No, no, it hurts too much!”

What a charming young lady. I took out the phone to call the police first, then I opened the door and squatted down.

She was horrified. "Why?"

"You hold me and I'll help you pull your feet out."

“No!” She shook her head like a rattle, “I can't pull my feet out, I'll die of pain!"

"Your car is leaking oil. If you don't get out of the car, it will explode!" I frightened her. In fact it would be fine even if there was car oil leakage, as long as there was no open flame.

Elena was brainless. She believed what I said.

She believed it and cried even more bitterly than before, “I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

"Shut up if you don't want to die, you're killing me!" I leaned into the car with all my strength. Then I put my hands around her feet. "Just hold it," I said, "You'll be all right."

"Oh, help..."

She screamed so horribly that I yanked her foot out.

Because of inertia, I squatted on the ground. She climbed out of the car to, crying.

“Run, run."

I got up from the ground, endured the pain in my leg, and went to the co-pilot to get my snack.

She screamed at me, "It's going to explode. Why do you still want the snack? You're so desperate!"

She was stupid.

I pulled the car door open to take my snacks and Elena's bag from the seat.

I took the stuff and walked to her, but found Calvin turned back. Elena at the moment was low-key. Probably she knew her face was like a ghost, so she did not rush over, but sat in Calvin’s car with the help of the bodyguard.

I threw Elena's bag to her, “Your bag!"

I sat on the roadside. Calvin stood several meters away from me, looking down at me, “You are not going?"

He's human enough to look back and after found what happened to us.

"I called the police. I am waiting for them." I looked up and told him.

His eyes rested on my leg. "You're hurt."

I was wearing jeans with a wash cloth. The cloth was so thin, so it was scratched and blood was gurgling from the inside.

I pull the belt of T-shirt bottom out to tie the leg. When I was a report, I often injured.

A simple dressing like this would work until the police arrive.

I put my head down on my knee and the bleeding made me dizzy.

I felt him coming towards me, his tall body bending over me, and then he reached out and picked me up.

"I'm fine." I whispered to him, “You take Elena to the hospital first!"