Lost in thought, Halsey barely registered the two men in black pulling knives from their waists. Without hesitation, they lunged toward the masked man, their blades flashing dangerously in the air.
The entire time, the masked man said nothing. He met their attack head–on with swift, fluid movements, radiating a fierce, almost terrifying energy that pulsed through his every strike.
In no time, both men collapsed to the ground, defeated.
Just then, Wendy appeated, rushing over with Bella in tow. Halsey, what happened?”
“It’s okay. I’m fine,” Halsey replied, still shaken.
She glanced back at the masked man. After dispatching the attackers, he was already turning to leave.
“Wait–who are you?” Halsey called out quickly.
The man paused mid–step, but didn’t look back.
Watching his tall, straight figure retreat, she asked again, “Who are you? Do we know each other?”
Still no answer.
“Thank you for saving me…” she went on softly.
Without a word, the masked man disappeared into the crowd, leaving only a cold shadow behind.
Wendy had already dialed the police. She stepped closer to Halsey and asked, “Do you know who that was?”
Halsey shook her head. “I have no idea.”
Bella looked at Halsey with concern. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
Halsey reached down to gently ruffle Bella’s hair.
“Someone will deal with this,” Wendy said firmly. “Those two men came to kill you–we’ll find out who hired them. Let’s head back for now.”
But Halsey stopped in her tracks. “I have some things to take care of. You can head back first.”
Wendy grabbed her arm. “Where are you going? Are you going after that man?”
Halsey stayed silent.
“That guy who saved you… He looks a lot like Dwight,” Wendy said.
Without another word, Halsey took off running.
Bella tugged at Wendy’s sleeve. “Mommy, what’s wrong with Halsey? She seems so upset.”
Wendy knew Dwight. That man from earlier did look a little like him.
Halsey had said she was over it, that she and Dwight were in the past. But the moment she saw someone who even slightly resembled him, she ran off.
These past three years, Halsey hadn’t truly let go of Dwight at all.
Wendy knew that Bella was too young to understand things like these. She carried Bella and replied, “She’s going
to find her friend.”
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Bella’s eyes sparkled. “Does she really like that friend of hers?”
Wendy smiled softly. “Yes, she does.”
Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Sienna clenched her fists tightly, infuriated.
Those two men in black–she had paid them to ruin Halsey’s beautiful, delicate face.
She had almost succeeded–just one step away from victory, until that masked man suddenly appeared and saved Halsey, ruining everything.
Sienna was beyond angry.
Halsey burst out of the restaurant and onto the busy street.
People flowed around her like a rushing river as she pushed through the crowd, scanning every face for that familiar figure.
She couldn’t help but wonder whether the man earlier was truly Dwight.
But in the sea of strangers, the face she sought was nowhere to be found.
She wove through the crowd, calling out loudly, “Dwight? Dwight!”
No answer.
Then, across the street, she spotted him—the familiar silhouette. Without hesitation, she darted across the road. But just then, a sharp honk pierced the air.
A car came speeding toward her, heading straight for her in a blur.
