They were just one kiss away from completing the picture of a lovely couple.
Shawn kept his focus on the hitman, but his attention never
never strayed far from the girl in his arms.
The hitman wasn’t lacking in skill, but against Shawn, who was fighting with just one hand, he couldn’t gain even the lightest advantage.
Watching Shanen fend him off with one hand while holding Zoe like she was some precious treasure was infuriating and humiliating. The hitman’s frustration boiled over, his killing intent surging. Damn it, I have to take out this meddlesome show–off the hitman thought.
Zoe frowned, her thoughts racing. Seriously? He’s this good even with one hand? This wasn’t part of the plan…
“You’ve got a death wish the hitman snarled. He threw caution to the wind as he lunged at Shawn, switching to close combat.
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Before he could even touch a single strand of Zoe’s hair, Shawn delivered a sweeping strike that sent him crashing onto the wet floor. The hitman scrambled to get up but slipped again, nearly falling a second time.
Humiliated beyond belief, the hitman felt his pride crumble. He swore to himself that he would kill this insufferable couple to erase the memory of his disgrace. Fueled by rage, he fought with renewed ferocity.
Shawn’s movements became more intense as he fought back, and several times, Zoe nearly brushed her lips
They came dangerously close to kissing multiple times, only to be forced apart the next second by the hitman’s interference.
This constant back–and–forth left Zoe feeling an inexplicable itch in her heart. Are we kissing or not?‘ she thought
Shawn was also starting to lose his patience. Every time they were just a fraction away, the hirman would ruin it. It got him annoyed.
Though he considered himself a gentleman, Shawn couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t exactly object to an accidental kiss.
The hisman, on the other hand, was completely fed up. What are these two even doing? If you’re going to kiss, just do it already! Stop dragging it out–this is torture! he thought.
In the next moment, the hitman decided to take matters into his own hands. He reached out, ready to force the two into a kiss. Let me help you out. Consider it my good deed before I send you both to the afterlife; he thought
Shawn grabbed the hitman’s wrist just b
before his hand could reach Shawn’s head.
The hitman’s stomach dropped. He knew that getting caught meant certain death. His only shot now was to figure out a way to escape.
His eyes landed on Zor, and an idea struck him. A distraction–that was his ticket out. Without a second thought, he launched an attack at her. As expected, the moment Shawn saw Zoe in danger, he let go of the hitman and delivered a powerful kick aimed straight at the man’s chest. The force behind it was enough to temporarily paralyze the hitman’s heart,
while Shawn had calculated everything, he overlooked the wom
woman in his arms.
Zoe had no intention of letting the hitman die just yet. He was the perfect tool to deepen her bond with Shawn. He had to escape alive.
“Ah!” Zoe cried out, her voice laced with pain
Shawn, thinking Zoe was hurt, hesitated for a split second. His kick missed its target, and the hitman took advantage of the opening to make his getaway.
“Mr. Ludwig. I’m scared,” Zoe whispered, clutching tightly to his shirt.
Shawn noticed her trembling and hesitated. Chasing the hitman was important, but keeping Zoe safe mattered more.
Zoe buried her face in Shawn’s chest, her voice shaky “Mr. Ludwig, why would he want to kill me!”
Shawn frowned, deep in thought. Zoe’s life seemed ordinary, and she had only just returned to the Evans family. Whoever wanted her dead had to be someone who was close to her and harbored deep hatred. But he couldn’t figure out who it could be.
Zoe shifted slightly, her fingers toying with the edge of the bath curtain. The fabric slipped and revealed a stretch of her smooth skin.
