The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1869

The acrid smoke filled her lungs, leaving her as helpless as a fish on a cutting board, which was ready for the taking.

If it weren't for the disorienting fumes and her complete lack of weaponry, she could have easily slipped away with her skills.

The car door swung open, and Ophelia, drained of strength, closed her eyes when she faintly heard someone calling out to her.

“Ophelia??”

It was a voice laden with urgency.

“Ophelia??”

The tone was tender and cautious.

“Ophelia???”

The very next moment, she felt herself being lifted.

Who would be calling her Ophelia??

Barely managing to pry her eyelids apart, she saw Sean's face.

Why was she thinking of Sean on the brink of death? It must be that this man left such a dark mark on her.

“Snap out of it!!” Sean cradled Ophelia in his arms; seeing her eyelids drooping, his eyes were ablaze with a bloodthirsty frenzy.

His underlings had already captured a dozen or so hitmen.

Staring at the defeated thugs before him, he said with a voice thundering with fury, “What did you do to her??”

It must be the hallucinogenic effects of the smoke bomb.

“Yes, that’s it, keep your eyes on me! It’s Sean!” He jostled the girl in his arms, “I like you, damn it, and you can’t die on me!”

The underlings around him were taken aback – even Sean's love confessions were laced with rage.

Ophelia doubted her own ears.

Sean liked her???

What a ludicrous hallucination.

Exhausted, she no longer wanted to waste energy pondering the impossible. She was about to close her eyes again when Sean bellowed, “You dare die on me, just try it??”