Right Person, Wrong Time

When Wendy was rescued, she was still noticeably quivering despite having Beryl's coat draped over her. She was also in an extremely disheveled state. Although he had protected her well, the fierce sounds of gunshots still made a nightmarish impact in her mind and left her in a stupor.

After Beryl led her into the car, she lowered her head and remained silent for the entire ride, tightly clutching the coat around her as if trying her best to curl herself into a ball. When Beryl caught sight of her through the rear-view mirror, he could tell how frightened she had been.

The car slowly drove along the road, and after some time passed, they finally arrived at the manor.

Wendy raised her head a little cluelessly, looking at the scenery before her when she suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out to her, "Wendy."

She froze for a moment before she immediately raised her head and looked at the source of the voice, only to see Colton standing upright before the car. Instantly, a wave of emotions overwhelmed her. Almost instantly, she blinked her eyes and sniffled, the corner of her eyes immediately turned hot with tears that uncontrollably flowed down her face.

"Colton." Wendy pushed herself out of the vehicle and ran into Colton's arms, tears starting to stream down her face as soon as she breathed in his familiar scent.

All of her pretense and composure faded away at that instant. She was truly terrified, particularly afraid that the people who kidnapped her would hurt her. When she started thinking of the possible horrors that might befall her, her body began to tremble even more fiercely.

Colton looked at the trembling figure in his embrace, his hand stiffening for a moment before he eventually placed it on her head gently as he comforted her in a soft voice, "All right, it's okay. Don't worry, I'm here."

Wendy's voice was thick with tears, and her long lashes fluttered uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around Colton's waist, and after a good long sob, she finally choked out, "Colton, I'm really scared. They even threatened to sedate me." There was an unconcealed hint of fear and aggrievement in her tone.

At the end of the day, she was still a young girl who had just barely turned 18. Besides, she had always been doted on over the years, so this unexpected turn of events had undoubtedly shaken her.

Colton's eyes darkened at her pitiful condition. Then, he lowered his head to look at her, carefully inspecting her face, but he still couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Wendy sniffled as she shook her head. Her eyes were utterly bloodshot, and she pouted as she mumbled, "No, but I'm scared."

Colton let out a small sigh. At the sight of her disheveled appearance, he reached out and held her as he said nonchalantly, "Go upstairs and take a shower. I've already sent someone to heat the water for you and prepare a change of clothes for you. After you're done, come down and eat. It's all in the past; nothing like this will happen again as long as I'm here."