Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 80

Conrad let out a cold laugh.

“A bunch of sewer rats.”

He glanced at the men circling them. “Save your breath. Even with one hand, you won’t be able to take me down tonight.”

The man in black grinned, cocky and loud. “Mr. Sullivan, don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“And you brought a pretty lady with you. Let’s see if you can keep her safe.”

The threat hung in the air for only a second before they rushed forward.

Conrad leaned into Wiona, his voice low and steady. “Hold on to me. Don’t let go.”

With one arm, he pulled her close. With the other, he grabbed a metal pipe from the side of the road and faced the oncoming blades.

The attackers were quick and brutal.

Wiona could only listen as dull, heavy thuds echoed around her. Her whole body shook with fear.

She kept her head down, never screaming.

Even as terror clawed at her chest, she bit down and stayed silent.

She heard cries of pain, but none of them belonged to Conrad.

Then the metallic scent of blood hit her nose.

She tried to lift her head, but a large, warm hand pressed her back.

“Don’t let them see your face,” Conrad murmured.

Then, with her held tight, he leaped over the edge of the road and landed smoothly below.

Wiona felt him running, the world rushing by in a blur, until he suddenly stopped.

When she finally looked up, she realized he had brought her underneath a bridge, hidden in the shadows.

He set her down in a secluded corner, piling broken boards and old boxes over her until she was completely concealed.

“Don’t come out unless I come back for you myself. No matter who you hear, stay hidden. Understand?”

His hands gripped her shoulders, his eyes serious in the darkness. Then he stood and hurried away, disappearing into the night.

Wiona touched the spot where his hand had been.

Her fingers came away wet.

She brought them to her nose, and the smell almost made her gag.

Blood.

She didn’t know if it was his or the attackers’.

Time crawled by.

She shivered, cold creeping up her arms, her legs numb from how long she’d been crouched.

Finally, footsteps echoed under the bridge, getting closer and closer until they stopped right in front of her.

She remembered Conrad’s warning and froze, too scared to breathe.

Someone sat down beside her. His voice was low, familiar.

“It’s me. Conrad.”

“I led them away. You’re safe now.”

The relief hit her all at once. She threw off the debris and scrambled toward him.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ve already called the police. Even if they show up again, we’ll be fine,” she said, her voice trembling.

But even when things were at their worst, he hadn’t abandoned her. Even though she was pregnant and slowing him down, he stuck by her side.

For the first time, Wiona felt real admiration for him.

She was even a little proud that her babies would share his genes.

She shook his shoulder gently. “Mr. Sullivan? Conrad, can you hear me?”

He didn’t respond. He was completely out.

Wiona panicked, worried about how much blood he was losing. She pulled off her jacket, twisted it into a makeshift bandage, and wrapped it tightly around his wound, pressing down with everything she had.

She could only hope it would help.

All she could do now was wait for help to arrive.

Exhausted, she slid down the wall and tried to catch her breath.

Then Conrad’s words echoed in her mind.

In his inside pocket, there was something he wanted her to see.

She hesitated for a second, then reached into his jacket.

Her fingers brushed against a wall of hard muscle, broad and warm.

She paused, but quickly found the pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

She spread it open on her knees and turned on her phone’s light again.

It was a drawing.

Wiona stared at it, stunned into silence.

Wait a second… wasn’t this the doodle she’d absentmindedly sketched in that little boy’s notebook at the sanatorium?