Chapter 65: Failed Rescue Attempt

I laughed. I had never felt such pleasure in those long days. The next day, as he went out, the bodyguard brought the piano into my room. I looked out of the window happily. He was in a beige shirt, a black windbreaker in his hands. So handsome!

Just as he was about to get into the car, he suddenly stood up and looked up at my window. I lifted the curtain cheerfully, smiled and waved at him. Knowing that he could not hear, I called him sweetly: "Dear husband, I will wait for you!" He got into the car.

I laughed and sat by the piano. I knew he still loved me, it was hard to hate me so deeply.

We could restart everything since our love still existed.

I heard the bodyguard outside saying, "The boss told me not to let anyone in." Then there was a scuffle, which lasted for a few minutes. Then the door was suddenly pushed open. Steven came to grab my hands and said, "Come, I will take you away."

"You?" I glanced at the door and saw two bodyguards were lying on the ground.

I heard that he was a trained wrestler, but I had not expected how powerful he would be. Seeing him pulling me out, I tried to break free from his hands and said firmly, "I will not go. I will wait for him."

"I know you are worried, but please believe me. No matter what happens, I can protect you," he said.

"I am not worried; I am willing," I said.

"If you can go, why are there bodyguards at the door every day?" Steven said as he dragged my hands to the door, regardless of my resistance.

"Brother Steven, leave me alone," I held the door and looked at him and said, "I love him."

"But he doesn't love you, and if he loves you a little, he won't constrain you here." Steven was infuriated and shouted at me, "Desiree! Are you seriously going to waste your whole life in this cage? "

"He won't lock me up forever. When he realizes that I love him, and I shall not leave him, he will free me. And I am young, I have time," I spoke clearly.

Steven was gritting his teeth and said indignantly, "Not until he loves you, you have already been devastated and badly treated by him."

"I won't," I persisted, I had the piano, I had him, I would not be insane.

"Trust me, I've studied psychology, and the average woman will be insane after three months in such a situation!" he told me.

He took my hands and held the door open. Different from the usual gentleman that he was, he was strong enough to drag me down the stairs. I was unwilling to live my life in a dark and tiresome cell. "If it was possible to go, how could I not run away?" I thought.

But I understood Jonathan's personality, he would carry me back even if I fled away to the remotest corner. There was no way out.

When I saw the guards running in the yard, I dragged Steven desperately and said, "Listen to my explanation, the relationship between Jonathan and I is not what you think."

"Wait till we get out," he said.

Steven dragged me down the stairs anxiously. Halfway down, several guards wanted to hit him with an iron bar, and he avoided them swiftly. The guards took the chance to get him when I pulled Steven away. They attacked his arms as he held me.

Watching the coming bar, Steven hesitated a second, but he didn't let go of my hands. When he was hit, he moaned and his hand holding me lost its strength. I lost my balance at the time and I managed to break free of his grip. Missing a step, I rolled down the stairs.

In a daze, I only felt a sharp pain, but the only thought in my mind was that I would not leave, even if I died.

Later, at the hospital, I endured a sharp pain in my ankle, lying on my knees and biting the back of my hands with all my strength as the tears welled up. It was too late for regrets.

Steven grabbed my hands and kept apologizing, saying, "I'm sorry." I did not blame him, because he was trying to protect me. It was all my fault!

"None of your business, you'd better go," I told him. By the time Jonathan got there, he would not let Steven go easily.

Possibly, he would kill Steven.

I pushed him, "Go quickly, further, the better."

Steven patted my shoulders and said, "It is because of me, I won't go."

"He will kill you," I cried.