The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 193

Chapter 136: An Intruder.-1

Clara

In the midst of my mental chaos, I stop and tell myself there’s no time to think. I don’t know how long I was lost in my own thoughts. And just react. Or at least… I try to.

But my body doesn’t respond as it should, because he’s faster. Much faster.

His hand closes around my arm with brutal force, pulling me back. The impact against his chest takes the

air out of me suddenly.

“Let go of me!” I shouted.

Or I try. Because my voice comes out broken, messy… Desperate. r

I try to break free, push, hit, whatever… but he holds me as if I weighed nothing.

As if he already knew exactly how to do this, as if this… wasn’t improvised.

Fear hits me hard, it’s not that nerve from before. It is not discomfort, this is terror. I can define it now,

pure and real terror.

My heart beats so hard I feel like it’s going to jump out of my chest.

“HELP!” I shout louder now.

But his other hand goes up fast, too fast. And suddenly… His arm wraps around my neck, squeezing not completely. But enough to make my breath cut off.

“Shut up,” he murmurs close to my ear.

His voice is low, scratching. Unknown and that… that makes it worse.

But now, I could hear him, I was more aware of what was happening here.

My nails try to dig into his arm, but I can barely do anything to him.

My feet hit the ground, I try to propel myself, free myself, turn around… but I can’t.

I can’t, I can’t.

“Let go of me!”

My hands move uncontrollably. My body panics.

That kind of panic where there is no longer logic, only instinct. To survive, but he pulls me back.

Towards the hallway, towards the interior of the apartment. And that… That’s what breaks me.

Because I’m no longer near the door, I’m no longer near an exit.

“No… no… no…”

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I start repeating it without realizing it.

My breathing is irregular, short, fast. I feel the air running out, I feel the body weakening.

No, no, I can’t lose here. Not like that.

My hands find something, the wall. A piece of furniture, I don’t know. But I pushed myself.

I twist my body with all the strength I have left, and manage to throw a clumsy, awkward punch.

But enough to destabilize him for a second. And that second… I use it.

“HELP! PLEASE!”

Clar

I scream with everything I have, with everything I have left. With all the fear that’s tearing me apart inside.

His grip becomes more aggressive, more violent.

“I told you to shut up.”

His hand tightens my neck again, and the air… it is reduced.

My vision is barely clouded, my hands lose strength.

No, no, no. That’s all my mind says, refusing to believe this is real.

When will I wake up? When will I realize that this is just a nightmare?

A part of me… begins to give up. It begins to shut down, but then… a sharp, sharp thud.

The body behind me jerks, its grip fails, and suddenly… He lets me go.

I fall forward, my hands hitting the ground.

The air rushes into my lungs, it hurts, it burns. But I breathe, breathe, breathe and cough.

My hands tremble, my body doesn’t respond well.

Everything is blurred, confused, noises, knocks, movements.

Someone screams and it’s not me. Someone else.

I look up as best I can, and I see him.

Alexander.

Alexander?

I thought that once again my mind had taken me out of reality to help me in that strange defense mechanism. But no… He’s there, right in front of him. Striking him with a force I’d never known him to

possess.

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