Snare of Love novel Chapter 278

With a muffled “thump” sound, Sampson Herbert’s eyes widened, and he slowly turned around. In the darkness, there was a tall figure shrouded by the streetlights. His coat fluttered wildly in the wind. He stood still as if his feet were nailed on the ground. No matter how hard the wind blew, he didn’t falter. He held a gun in his hand and looked arrogant.

Sampson’s eyes getting wider and more hideous. The corner of his mouth kept twitching, “You, you…”

Without the strength to support, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.

Dolores Flores saw him collapse in front of her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her body swayed in the wind. When she got back her senses, she untied the belt that bound her hands. Then, she immediately went to hug Mrs. Leslie who had been thrown on the ground, “Mrs. Leslie.”

Dolores went to check if she was still breathing. She was still alive.

“Grandma.” Armand Bernie rushed over. Dolores used her last strength to say, “Hurry up, get Mrs. Leslie to the hospital.”

Armand glanced at her. He carried Mrs. Leslie to the car. He was worried about her, and he snapped at the bodyguards,” Hurry up!”

When Dolores was trying to get herself up from the ground with one hand, someone suddenly clutched her wrist. She could see a pair of polished leather shoes. As she gradually moved her gaze upward, she saw a pair of slender legs and a chiseled face.

Matthew Nelson gently held her up. Dolores was lifted up and instantly fell into a strong, warm chest. She raised her head. The wind was strong, and her long hair fluttered in the wind.

Matthew stroked a strand of hair from her forehead and placed it behind her ear.

Luckily, she overcame it. She smiled. Her eyes was beautiful, they looked so clear and pure, “It’s all right, you came in the nick of time.”

His expression remained rigid after her words and became stiffer. He grabbed her over to him and Dolores crashed into his arms.

Dolores had a vague sense that he was frustrated. As she tried to speak, she saw two bodyguards approaching, who were carrying Sampson and then throwing him into the car.

Dolores had never seen Matthew look so violent. Her voice was a bit low. Instead of asking why he had a gun, she asked a question she was more concerned about, “Will he die?”

Sampson was wrong and should be punished, but Matthew couldn’t punish him privately.

If Sampson died, Matthew would be against the law as well.

“I don’t know.” Yes, he didn’t know. When Matthew saw Sampson was choking her neck, Matthew had lost his mind. He usually would deal with a proper way. But, this time, he was out of order.

Dolores sighed and wondered if Mrs. Leslie was okay.

“Let’s go back. I’m cold.” She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist.

Matthew pulled her into his coat and headed towards the car. The bodyguard opened the car door respectfully. He held her in his arms and sat inside the car.

The car door was closed.

They didn’t talk on the way as if they had their own thoughts.

Dolores had not yet recovered from the terrible scene, while Matthew was still blaming himself. If he had come late, would she have…

Soon, the car arrived at the hotel. Theresa Gordon had gone to the hospital. Mrs. Leslie was now in the hospital and her situation was not yet known. As Armand’s wife, Theresa should have stayed in the hospital.

“I didn’t expect this, it’s my fault.” Boyce Shawn said annoyingly.

If he had watched over Mrs. Leslie, such an accident wouldn’t have happened.

Indeed, he thought there should nothing dangerous as what could Sampson do alone? But he didn’t expect that Sampson was carrying a bomb with him and had caused such big trouble.

“It was an accident,” Dolores said comfortingly.

“Both kids are in the room. I’ll deal with Sampson.” As Boyce just about to leave, he seemed to think of something, and he looked at Matthew, “Where’s the gun?”

Boyce was equipped with a gun.

That was then Dolores realized that the gun Matthew had used belonged to Boyce.