Is It Him?!

Cynthia struggled to rise from the ground, but her hands and limbs were uncontrollably weak.

Even so, she kept moving forward, trying to reach the Rolls-Royce that had been hit as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, her legs gave way, and she lost control, crashing heavily to the ground.

Cynthia braced herself for the pain, but what awaited her was a warm, solid chest.

"It's me." A low, magnetic voice suddenly sounded in her ear, making Cynthia tremble as if struck by an electric shock.

Instinctively, she reached out toward the voice.

Her hands tightly embraced the man's body, feeling his warmth, hearing the powerful beat of his heart, and breathing in the cool, woody fragrance unique to him.

Tears finally spilled uncontrollably at that moment.

She bit her lip tightly, trying to suppress her quiet sobs, like a wounded little beast.