Chapter 1493
Julian’s Stand-In Wife
Something was seriously wrong.
Not only was there a damp, bloody scent, but there also seemed to be someone crying-a suppressed, subtle sobbing.
If Noel hadnât undergone special training before, he wouldnât be able to discern it at all.
At this moment, the neighbor had returned with many other neighbors.
âOh my!â Although she didnât know why Larryâs door was already open, she assumed he was taking a shower when she heard the sound of water. âNo thieves here! I made a big deal out of nothing.â
She was about to pull Noel out, muttering, âNext time I see Larry, Iâll have to apologize to him.â
However, Noel refused to budge.
âHey, whatâs going on?â The lady tugged a few times, and found that the young man she brought along was unmoving, rooted to the spot.
Tm here to save someone,â Noel declared. His aura at that moment could rival Julianâs, and he appeared very intimidating.
While the lady was about to say something, Noel broke free from her grasp.
Without waiting for the others to react, he picked up a rolling pin and smashed the bathroom window.
Bang!
Crash!
Sounds echoed as the glass shattered, and Noel promptly took off his own clothes to shield Cecilia.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Cecilia had no idea how all of this had happened or how Noel had come to her side, shielding her from the broken glass and covering her exposed legs.
However, his suit was short and was unable to cover Ceciliaâs legs entirely. The more exposed they were, the more chilling it was for those standing outside.
The lady from upstairs was the first to react.
âWhatâs going on here?â She shouted for a few people to help lift Larry, who was now surrounded by broken glass.
She kept asking, âLarry, is this your fiancee?â
When Larryâs parents moved away, they had told the old neighbors that they were making room for the childâs marriage.
Seeing Cecilia now, they naturally assumed the young couple was having fun in the bathroom.
But this woman was now cradled in Noelâs arms, displaying a face of both terror and anger, along with a kind of post-traumatic exhaustion.
Noel, on the other hand, was furious. He looked as if he could devour Larry alive.
Larry didnât speak, but Noel did. âSheâs not his fiancee. Sheâs my girlfriend.â
Ceciliaâs face twitched, and she instinctively wanted to retort. But with so many people watching, she didnât dare. She just wanted to get out of here.
Noelâs hands wrapped Cecilia tightly in his suit, enclosing not only her body but also her dignity.
Deep down, the gratitude Cecilia felt, though unspoken, was undeniable.
She lowered her head, her gaze lingering on Noelâs hands around her waist.
When Larry touched her earlier, it felt like a fate worse than death. Yet now, with Noelâs hands in the same spot, she had a peculiar illusion of finally becoming clean.
It was as if his touch was a rescue, a rebirth.
Noel was uninterested in wasting time with the crowd. He had already instructed his bodyguards to come here before picking the lock.
Now, with a cold expression, he simply carried Cecilia away from this neighborhood. They didnât exchange a word the entire way, remaining silent until they reached a fork in the road.
That was when Noel let her go. âCan you find your way home from here?â
He hadnât dealt with Larry directly earlier to avoid showing Cecilia excessively bloody scenes that might make her physically uncomfortable.
Now that he had brought her to a safe place, he had to return.
Cecilia was taken aback, and shot him an incredulous look.
âNoel, how much does it take?â
Noel hadnât quite grasped her meaning yet. Before he could ask, she continued, âHow much does it take to send me home?â
Her eyes were filled with disdain.
âOne hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Is that enough?â