Chapter 509
Brandon saw the strong men charging over and took two steps back to make some room before kicking the man in the lead several meters away.
Noise of car engines could be heard outside the door. Brandon’s security guys then showed up. They burst in and immediately took down the four able-bodied males inside.
Brandon removed his coat and put it over Natalie. He helped her to her feet and went to the car.
Natalie’s arms were wrapped around her chest as she shuddered in his embrace.
Brandon held her face, his heart wrenched as he observed the tears on her cheeks. He tenderly brushed away her tears and assured her, “You are secure.”
Natalie was fatigued and dizzy. Her gaze lingered on the man’s face until she finally concentrated on it. With her sobbing choking her, she clutched his collar. “Is this indeed you? You’re here, Brandon.”
What just occurred was like something out of a nightmare. Just Brandon’s presence gave the impression of reality. Brandon embraced Natalie in his arms warmly.
Natalie felt comforted and hugged him even more tightly as she felt his warmth.
She remarked, “I had no doubt that you’d show up.”
Brandon raised his hand and grabbed the back of her neck, gently separating her from him.
He approached her with his head down. Eyes narrowed in seriousness, he reprimanded, “Exactly what do you mean when you say you anticipated my coming? Natalie, please quit endangering yourself! What if I didn’t get here in time and they messed you up?”
Natalie was shocked by his scolding.
Natalie leaned on his chest with her arms around his neck, inhaled his scent, and cried, saying, “I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry with me. Please don’t yell at me…”
Brandon’s heart instantly constricted, and his expression gradually eased. In a quiet voice, he said, “Don’t do this to me and to yourself again.”
He held Natalie, running his hands over her silky long hair. b*odyguards knocked on his car door, breaking up the romantic atmosphere.
“How should we handle the folks inside, Mr. Larson?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” Brandon closed the vehicle’s door and left with Natalie.
They caused quite a commotion. After the guys were severely beaten, they were then turned over to the police.
Derek and his manager were preparing to leave the villa after the party, and Kathie followed them.
She initiated a conversation with Derek and with genuine curiosity she said, “Do you plan to stay at home for a long time?”
Derek stroked his chin absently and answered, “No. Home life is dull.”
The abrupt sound of sirens disrupted their chat, and Derek curiously followed the observers out. Definitely, Kathie followed him.
“What’s up with all the cop vehicles pulling up here?” “I heard there was a rape case in the area and that the police apprehended a few of the rapists involved.”
Kathie’s face went white as she listened to the crowd’s comments. Derek saw Kathie’s guilty expression and inquired, “What’s with that face?”
Kathie slapped on a fake grin and claimed, “I’m good.”
Suddenly, a voice from the crowd was heard “According to rumor, numerous scumbags nearly raped the designer of W Marks Studio. This is a really serious situation.”
Shock manifested itself in Derek’s enlarged eyes. Natalie was the only designer of W Marks Studio at this party. So, Natalie had some sort of misfortune, right?
He reached over, seized the speaker, and demanded, “Exactly who did the rape happen to? What is her current condition?”
“What’s got you so worked up? I am unaware of the specifics. The woman was rescued and whisked away, as I heard.” Derek surprised the man he had seized.
Derek then released the man. He ignored Kathie and ran after the departing police car.
Seeing that Derek had left without saying anything, Wilder hastily followed him and inquired, “Where are you going?” Hasn’t that guy just assured us that Natalie out of harm’s way?”
“I’m going to find out who took Natalie away. What if it turns out to be another bad guy?” Derek, knowing that Natalie was in danger, acted frantically, pushing aside Wilder.
Derek entered his vehicle and headed in the direction of the crime scene.
The brightly lit city was a blur as the luxury car zoomed past, heading quickly towards the hotel. Natalie felt dizzy and rested against Brandon’s chest. She felt uncomfortable and massaged her eyes.
“My head hurts. They made me drink a lot…” She pressed her cheek against Brandon’s neck and then she lifted her hand to rub his earlobe.
Brandon’s eyes went dark. The choking alcohol smell from Natalie made him feel uneasy, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Natalie was so drunk she was acting without thinking. From time to time, she whispered sweet nothings in his ear and the smell of alcohol in her breath enveloped him. “Let me tell you a secret. My husband has a powerful business empire in Barnes and Seacisco, also, he’s the best to me…” Natalie began to move restlessly in his arms before she completed her statement.
Brandon urged her, playing with her long curly hair, “Continue.” He was obviously enjoying this. A soft expression formed on his face, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was enchanting.
Natalie seemed to understand what he meant. She pressed closer to his ear and kept babbling away about her husband. With patience, the man listened. His eyes were kind, and his smile reached his eyes even deeper.
Perhaps it was that being drunk came with mood swings. Natalie suddenly began to sob. Tears trickled down her in a rush and landed on the back of his hand. Brandon wiped her tears and asked lowly, “Do you feel uncomfortable? Does it hurt? Do you want to see a doctor?”
It was indeed an awful night; however, Natalie felt healed at the sound of Brandon’s voice. Finally, she slowly fell into a deep sleep in his arms. They had gotten to the hotel by the time Natalie woke up again. Brandon helped her out of the car.
By the time they got into the elevator, Natalie’s feet were frail as though she was a piece of driftwood in the sea. She clutched unto the man by her and for a second, she met his slightly chilly eyes. She panicked all of a sudden and didn’t know where to turn her eyes to. But a few moments later, she realized the handsome man before her was her husband and Natalie smiled. Completely oblivious to the watchful eyes around, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Watching Natalie cry and laugh, Brandon simply stretched out his hand to touch her forehead. She had a normal b*ody temperature, and there was no fever. It seemed she was just drunk. Not wanting anyone to see Natalie in her drunken state, Brandon purposefully stood in front of her and pressed her into the corner of the elevator. ռօʋɛʟօʐ.ƈօʍ
Natalie kissed his adam’s apple and neck, her vision blurry. She went on to place her hand on his lower b*ody and asked innocently, “Why is it bulging?”
