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Zuo Zizhi sat at the side, clutching his collar tightly. His body was still trembling, and the fear in his eyes had yet to dissipate.

Ling Yiheng looked at her expressionlessly, but she turned her head to the side, refusing to look at him again.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but this silence seemed to have a suffocating force.

He reached for the car keys on the tea table and said, "I'll leave you in this room. I'll get someone to take you home in the morning."

With that, he turned and left the room, not forgetting to close the door for her.

Zuo Zian bit his lips, and his tears finally began to flow. Although he had some doubts about his sudden departure, he still loathed it more.

How could he humiliate her like this? What did he take her for?

She was so tired from crying that she finally couldn't take it anymore and fell into a deep sleep. She didn't even take off her clothes.

This night was close enough and dangerous enough, Zuo Zixian was exhausted, but wasn't Ling Yiheng the same?

He thought of flying straight to France after he'd finished his most important job, and flying six or seven hours before he'd transferred here to make sure she was all right and needed help, but he hadn't expected it to turn out like this.

He sat in his car and lit a cigar, his dark eyes reflecting the starlight outside, the remorse on his face no longer hidden.

Several times he wanted to rush into the room to see how she was doing, but he held himself back.

At one o'clock in the morning, he picked up his speed and sped along the suburban highway at a speed of 180 miles, as if venting his anger, all the way to Paris. He was so exhausted that it was almost dawn before he reached the Paris branch of L. Force.

He used the key to open the door and entered the lounge. Then, he lay down on the sofa.

Until he lost his consciousness, his mind was still thinking about Zuo Zixian's face full of hatred.

When Zuo Zixian woke up, the sky was just starting to brighten. She felt an aching pain in her body and realized that she was only half lying on the bed. No wonder she was sleeping so uncomfortably.

Ye Zichen rubbed his sleepy eyes, then recalled everything that happened last night with great difficulty.

She suddenly sneezed and realized that she had fallen asleep without even being covered. It must have been because she was too tired.

Taking a deep breath, he thought about last night when Ling Yi Heng said he would get someone to send her home this morning. She didn't want his men to take her back, especially since who knew what he was up to.

Last night, he had truly frightened her. She had never seen him act so violently, causing her to only want to tremble and run away.

The anger within his heart had yet to dissipate. He didn't want to see him again.

Thinking of this, Zuo Zixian quickly sat up and sniffed. Seeing the landline in the room, he was glad that he still remembered the call from Tabolte and immediately dialed it.

He told Tabolte to bring the clothes over and to pick her up as well.

Tabolte had arrived quickly, probably over the speed limit, but she was here in twenty minutes, even though it was only six in the morning.

She backed out of the room and got into her car in the coat that Tabolte had hastily brought.

In the car, Tabolte didn't ask her anything, and Zuo Zixian closed his eyes slightly, not wanting to say anything.

When they got home, Tabolte made her a cup of hot tea and looked at her worriedly. She wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

"Konnie, remember, I was always by your side." "No," Tabolte said sincerely, not wanting to pry into her privacy.

Tabolte did not know about the deal between Zuo Zixian and Ling Yiheng, and Zuo Zixian did not know how to explain it to her.

She nodded, grateful for Tabolte, but she really didn't want to say anything at the moment.

After Tabolte left, she was the only one left in the house. Because it's still early, and there's no time to work at the winery, Tabolte is hoping she'll be able to sleep at home for a little longer.

But now, with so many things on her mind, there was no way she could sleep.

The phone and bag Tabolte had been brought back for her last night, but she had been keeping it for her ever since she was given it. She didn't know where she was.

She opened the phone and found that there were a lot of missed calls and WeChat messages from Rui Chenyang. Each one was filled with concern and worry for her.

After a moment's hesitation, she decided to call him back after eight in the morning. It wasn't appropriate to disturb him now.

He wondered if Ling Yiheng had sent someone to pick her up. If he didn't receive it, would he be furious again?

There was anger in her mind when she saw his shadow, but it had already faded a lot. Perhaps it was because he had saved her time and time again, or perhaps it was because he had stopped his violent behavior just in time last night.

She realized that she really couldn't understand what that man was thinking and what kind of thoughts he had towards her.

It was as if every time she thought of a question about him, she would lose her mind and try to figure it out, but in the end she seemed to grow more and more confused.