Chapter 162

“Wow, your hand is so smooth. How old are you?” The man touched the back of Janet’s hand and shamelessly sniffed his fingers.

“Are you going to leave or not?” Janet began to panic as she couldn’t drive him away.

She wanted to close the door, but the man had already squeezed himself into the house. Janet was all alone, so she couldn’t handle him.

Seeing that Janet was anxious, the man lowered his voice. “I know. I know. Don’t worry. I’ve met many of your peers. There’re quite a lot of working girls in the neighborhood.” He smiled as if he had understood her concern. “And the building in front of this one is full of girls who are mistresses of wealthy men. Quote your price. Let’s have a nice chat in your house!”

“Are you insane? I’m married! When my husband comes back, he will definitely beat the hell out of you for harassing me.” Janet’s eyes turned red; she was seething with rage.

She was unfortunate to encounter such a situation when Ethan wasn’t around.

Her breathing faltered. Janet’s thoughts flitted to the driver Fiona had hired before. He had also looked at her with lustful eyes as if she were a cheap product he could buy with money.

“What’s with that look on your face? Do you feel ashamed?” An obscene smile emerged on his face as he stared at Janet. The man liked Janet’s pristine, innocent look. His desire to sleep with her spiked up in an instant. She was different from all the slutty women he had met before.

Unable to control himself anymore, the man pounced on her.

“Get out!” Janet picked up a high-heeled shoe from the cabinet and flung it at him.

The man covered his face and shouted. “Damn it! You bitch! How dare you hit me?”

Janet used his distraction to her advantage and ran into her bedroom. She locked the door, leaned back on it, and took deep breaths.

Before she could react, the door vibrated with a loud thud, followed by a string of expletives.

“Open the door, you bitch! I’ll teach you a lesson when I get in! How dare you hit me? I’ll fucking kill you!”

Janet’s heart raced in her chest. She was so terrified that her body froze, and she didn’t know what to do.

The man probably found that he couldn’t open the door, so he began to pry the lock from outside.

Janet began to tremble with fright. The lock of the bedroom door was fragile, so she knew the man would break it open soon.

Janet anxiously looked around for her phone and wanted to call Ethan. But, unfortunately, her phone was in the living room. She had rushed into the bedroom to save herself from the man, and it never crossed her mind to take the phone.

Janet scanned the room to find something to protect herself. Just then, her gaze fell on the lamp on the bedside table. She quickly unplugged the chord, picked up the lamp, and hid beside the wardrobe.

The doorknob of the bedroom was frantically twisting, and the lock was about to fall.

Janet clutched the lamp tightly and stared at the doorknob. Sweat trickled down her back, making her thin shirt stick to her skin.

All of a sudden, a loud bang reverberated from outside, and a beam of light flooded into the bedroom as the door flew open.