Chapter 92 Let It Be My Imagination
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La’s smooth little arms werepletely unscathed. Tess finally let out a breath of relief–only then did she begin to feel the sharp sting spreading along her own arm.
She nced down and noticed her skin was scraped raw, with tiny droplets of blood dotting the pavement.
The earlier calm on Abel’s face vanished in an instant.
His expression darkened immediately<i>, </i>but the moment his eyes met Tess’s, he forced himself to soften his gaze.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take you to the hospital,” he said.
Just the sight of those scratches marring her fair skin made his brows furrow in distress.
Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Jamie didn’t even bother with the dog anymore–he turned and bolted without looking
back.
Abel ignored himpletely. At that moment, the only person in his world was Tess.
He quickly called emergency services, and within minutes, an ambnce pulled up with sirens wailing.
Tess winced from the pain but couldn’t help letting out a softugh at his dramatic overreaction.
“Let’s get you treated.”
To him, this wasn’t an overreaction in the slightest. Without waiting for her to argue, he scooped her and La up into his
arms.
La squealed with delight at the sudden lift, pping her tiny hands with glee.
You-!” Tess blushed furiously, squirming in protest, but Abel’s arms remained firm and steady.
He didn’t let go until he had ced her securely on the stretcher.
Tess kept her face turned away in embarrassment the entire ride.
Inside the ambnce, the medics began cleaning her wounds.
They gently removed the gravel and grit embedded in her skin, revealing the raw flesh beneath.
Abel’s face remained expressionless, but a dark, unsettling storm brewed in his eyes.
The atmosphere inside the ambnce was thick with tension. Tess bit her lip and asked, “It’s just a few scratches. Isn’t it a bit excessive to use emergency services for this?<b>” </b>
Abel calmly replied, “This is a private emergency service. As long as you’re a VIP, you’re entitled to it. Don’t worry.”
Tess nodded and said no more<i>. </i>
That was just how the world worked–wealth and privilege came with certain entitlements.
Since she wasn’t taking away from public resources, she supposed she didn’t need to feel too guilty.
Still, a quiet weight settled in her chest. She had no idea how to repay a stranger for something like this.
Abel, meanwhile, had shifted out of the eager, boyish energy he’d shown earlier. His calm demeanor now better matched the noble air he asionally exuded.
His sharp gaze narrowed slightly, and his hands rested loosely at his sides.
He had been too worried about Tess earlier to notice the details.
But now that he thought about it….
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Tess seemed to sense it, too. Their eyes met–and in that moment, the same thought shed through both their minds.
<i>Something </i><i>isn’t </i><i>right</i>.
<i>If </i><i>the </i><i>golden </i><i>retriever’s </i><i>first </i><i>outburst </i><i>had </i><i>been </i><i>a </i><i>freak </i><i>ident</i>, <i>then </i><i>the </i><i>second </i><i>attack </i><i>couldn’t </i><i>have </i><i>been </i>a <i>coincidence</i>. <i>That </i><i>owner </i><i>must </i><i>have </i><i>ordered </i>it <i>to </i><i>do </i>that.
Tess’s expression turned grim. Anxiety swirled in her chest like a rising tide. She had the unsettling sense that something critical was slipping through her fingers.
Abel was the first to speak. “You should focus on resting. I’ll take care of investigating what happened.”
His voice had dropped to something low and lethal, his back tensing ever so slightly–like a predator crouched and ready to strike.
“I want to help,” she said firmly, shaking her head as her arms instinctively tightened around La.
Her mind shed back to the string of events leading up to this moment. One ident after another … It was no longer just a coincidence.
<i>Was </i>it <i>me </i><i>being </i><i>unlucky</i><i>? </i><i>Or </i><i>was </i><i>someone </i><i>pulling </i><i>strings </i><i>behind </i><i>the </i><i>scenes</i><i>? </i>
The deeper she thought, the harder her heart pounded.
Please, she prayed, <i>let </i><i>it just </i><i>be </i><i>my </i><i>imagination</i><i>. </i>
Before long, they arrived at the hospital. But before Tess could even step down, Abel once again scooped her up into his
arms.
The sudden lift made her eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”
He paused, then smiled at her.
“Don’t move. You’re light.”
His voice rumbled low above her head, carrying a surprising warmth–and an unexpected hint of sensuality. Tess felt her ears go hot and her neck flush red.
She smacked his arm. “Put me down!”
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Her expression turned serious.
Their eyes met. After a beat of hesitation, Abel finally relented. He gently set her back on her feet.
Only when her shoes touched the ground did Tess feel like she could breathe again.
That was when she caught the sharp, metallic scent of blood.
Her eyes narrowed. “Abel, are you hurt?”
Everything had happened so quickly, and she had been too focused on La to notice. She hadn’t even stopped to wonder how Abel had managed to fight off a raging dog.
“I’m fine.”
Abel quietly hid his arm behind his back, his gaze filled with nothing but tenderness as he looked at her.
Tess studied him closely.
He lookedpletely fine, not even out of breath–even after carrying both her and La.