Her Sweetness 4

Before losing consciousness, Skyler murmured a name she hadn't said in a long time.

Then everything went black, and she fell into a wide but cold embrace.

Logan frowned as he looked at Skyler’s pale and disheveled face. His sharp and handsome features showed no emotion.

"Liam?"

Did she just call that name?

"Master Lee, the people outside have been taken care of. Should we handle them ourselves or notify the police?"

William, his first assistant, asked expressionlessly.

At this point, the street thugs were all lying on the ground, being watched by Logan’s men.

In the alley, the man who had tried to harm Skyler was being held down by a group of black-clad bodyguards. Everything was already under Logan’s control.

Hearing his assistant’s words, Logan’s cold and narrow eyes glanced at the woman curled up in his arms.

Her small face was still stained with tears. Her black hair was messy, and her cheek was swollen and bleeding.

Her left foot was twisted in a strange position—it was clearly badly injured.

Yet, despite how disheveled and broken she looked, she somehow seemed even more delicate and fragile.

There was an inexplicable urge to protect her.

"Call the police and hand them over to the authorities," Logan said, his voice cold and distant.

He frowned, opened his big hand, and carried the unconscious woman in his arms.

"Master Lee, I heard Miss Skyler call out… Young Master Lee’s name earlier. Should we send someone to investigate?"

William followed closely behind, his tone careful and rigid.

He didn’t miss it.

The name Skyler murmured before passing out was definitely Young Master Lee.

This woman was now Master Lee’s nominal wife, yet she had called out another man’s name—especially his name.

That was not a good thing.

Logan’s cold eyebrows raised slightly. His expression was nonchalant, but there was a faint chill in his gaze.

Still, he didn’t show any obvious reaction.

He didn’t respond to William’s question.

Instead, he simply wrapped the woman’s black coat tightly around her, as if marking his possession, and carried her into the car.

—

Several luxury cars suddenly stopped at the entrance of the alley.

So many black-clad bodyguards standing guard had already drawn the attention of the crowd.

Inside a café across the street, Isabella was watching nervously.

"Why did so many luxury cars suddenly show up?"

"Don't worry, Isabella."

Mia, who was holding a drink, smirked.

"Those cars must have been called by my friend. He loves to have fun and bring friends to play with Skyler. Maybe later, there will be videos of Skyler fooling around with several men in the alley, spreading all over the internet."

She was waiting to watch the show—completely unaware of the disaster she had just caused.

"Really? I don’t think the situation over there is like you said. Is your friend really reliable?"

"Of course, he’s reliable. He’s a famous playboy, not afraid of anyone. Do you think anyone can actually rescue Skyler from there... wait, what’s happening? Isabella, look! Isn’t that woman the one that man is holding? It’s Skyler!"

Mia’s surprised voice made Isabella look up.

A group of black-clad bodyguards holding umbrellas stepped out of the alley on the opposite street corner.

The crowd of onlookers automatically moved aside, making way for them.

A tall and well-built man, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, walked out calmly.

The black umbrella held by his subordinate covered most of his face, making it hard to see his features clearly.

Only the lower half of his face was visible, showing a smooth jawline that was tightly stretched, giving off a cold and gloomy feeling.

Even though his entire presence was filled with hostility, the man still wrapped the petite and delicate woman in his arms tightly with his black coat.

Seeing the familiar but slightly blurred figure in his arms, Isabella narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

At that moment, the small woman in the man’s arms moved slightly.

The coat wrapped around her slipped a little, and her long hair fell, revealing the delicate and pale half of her face.

Across the street, Isabella’s pupils suddenly shrank—Skyler!

How could the woman held so tightly in that man’s arms be Skyler?!