My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Chapter 1212

Celeste did a double-take, then went straight to check things out.

The next thing she saw, up on the third floor, was Mason's upper body hanging out a window, with one hand clutching the window frame for dear life and the other wrestling with a knife-wielding hand that reached out from inside.

The blade was dangerously close to his neck, and she could see the bright red blood dripping down his hand.

Just as Celeste got a good look, the knife-wielder took another swipe, but Mason dodged it by a hair's breadth, his grip on the man's wrist unyielding.

The sound of shattering glass from below drew the attention of many neighbors. They popped their heads out for a look but quickly retreated, seemingly unfazed by all the commotion.

“Holy smokes, has this dude lost it?!"

belt as she spoke. “I'm going up to help Mr.

a response, she bolted out the

she think that knife was a toy? Celeste frowned

third floor to see a half-open door, from which she could hear a low, menacing

a divorce? Sure thing. I'll

by the window, a bare-chested man was wielding a knife and cursing a blue streak, with Mason's feet dangling

room, Trisha grabbed a glass and hurled it at

but was short and the man moved just as she threw the glass, causing it to

wipe off the blood, but seeing red

me?!" Terrified, Trisha turned tail and ran