Chapter 56: Promise Me

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I was still on the ground, shivering.

My trembling, wide eyes were fixed on Harveston, who was also lying unconscious on the ground, unmoving.

The president had moved some steps away from the unconscious man, and was discussing something with a vigorous Romeo, the captain of the Alpha squad.

He was nodding, and frowning at certain points, even at few others, he actually let his torturing lips move ─although I couldn't hear a word out of the whole thing.

I watched Leonard Beards head towards the now also unconscious Sarah.

Just in time, a number of medical fellows invaded the whole floor, and directly headed towards Sarah and Katy.

I could hear the sound of the ambulance from down before the building.

I sighed, as I squirmed in my place to stand up.

Ughh!! Damn you, hand ropes!

I eyed as some medical dudes as they checked on Harveston.

Did he die?! Did he kill him?

Could he have done it?! M-Mr. Ellington?!

A shadow appeared before me, and I looked up at the chiseled, noble features.

"D-Did you kill him?!" the question slipped out of my mouth before I could notice it.

It came out as a faint, breathless whisper.

He eyed the medical fellows, as they pulled Harveston into a medical tray, and then started marching with him towards the exit of the floor.

He then turned to fix me intensively.

I looked back at him with my curious, childish and trembling gaze, and blinked.

"I did not."

I gasped slowly.

"I did not kill him." He finally breathed, shaking his head slightly, disinterestedly, "I have other ways of... Punition." he finished, firmly and dispassionately.

I breathed in relief.

"Th-Thank Goodness!" I smiled at him, tearfully.

He did not kill him.

He's no killer.

Thank Goodness.

Wait a minute, why do you care if he's a─

It was then that he knelt before me.

My eyes widened, as I barely registered what occurred.

His hard, muscular hands shot out towards me.

And he wrapped them around me.

They engulfed me and p-probably locked behind my back.

His sculpted cheekbones and slightly growing stubble brushed against my soft, delicate cheek.

His intoxicating odor invaded my nostrils, and smirked as it drugged me ─I could see it, the devil!

His muscular, manly, and relatively huge figure engulfed my body, and I couldn't see what his face looked like ─I basically was seeing double.

The only thought which crossed my mind at that particular moment was this:

I didn't know chimneys existed in human form.

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