Spoiled by the Silver Fox novel Chapter 747

Emily’s voice was choked with emotion as she raised her tear-stained face to him and said, “And yet, I can't bring myself to hate you, what do I do. You saved me, but she's definitely going to make you pay for it. Maybe you should just hand me over.

That morning, when I woke up in your room, I saw the scars on your back. They're her doing, aren't they?

Even if she doesn't kill you, she'll punish you. Just give me up, I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me.”

“It's too late for that. Hide, they're here!”

With a rough movement, Sullivan pushed Emily's head down, scrambling to cover her with a pile of trash from a nearby bin before slamming the lid shut.

“Be good, listen to me, I'll protect you this time and this time only, you have to appreciate it,” he murmured, before sprinting away into the darkness.

The sound of their pursuers echoed closely behind.

In the trash bin, Emily covered her mouth, her sobs muffled by her hands.

Alright, I'll cherish it.

The one and only time in my life, shielded by your own sacrifice.

At the crack of dawn, an elderly lady who was rummaging through the trash for recyclables lifted the lid of the bin, and to her surprise, she found a little girl with swollen eyes sitting amidst the waste.

“Oh, my dear. What are you doing in the trash bin?” the old lady exclaimed with a start.

With red-rimmed eyes, Emily asked, “Ma'am, what time is it?”

“It’s just past five in the morning. Did you spend the whole night in there?”

“Yes. My legs are numb. Could you give me a hand? I need to find someone.”

As the first light of dawn touched the sky, a little girl, no more than six years old, was racing through the alleyways.

No sign of him.

No one.

Nowhere.

Finally, at the end of the alley, she came across a pair of long legs.

Sullivan’s legs.