Devoted To You

She gradually came back to her senses and couldn’t help but stare at the person in front of her.

But a circle of people around them was laughing and shouting, and some even clapped with them.

Susan nudged him but did not push much, so she simply stood there as if a wooden stake.

The French kiss is in line with his passion.

Her face was flushed when Chandler released her.

When Chandler let her go her face was already red and he couldn’t resist the urge to pinch it.

Susan tilted her head and looked at the man in front of her, annoyed.

Wiping her mouth, Susan immediately moved forward. Knowing that she couldn’t beat him, she still came hard with him. She regretted it.

Her lips had also swollen up. Without having to deliberately look in the mirror, she knew that her lips were like sausages.

She also did not notice the exchange of traffic lights and walked straight ahead, but was thinking about Chandler’s behavior just now.

As for the little tail behind her, she had no choice but to compromise and let him follow behind her.

Susan did not deliberately pay attention to these, she only walked a short distance, and suddenly a strong force pushed her to the curb.

The skin of the knee is broken, and before she could experience that pain, she heard a muffled sound.

Susan looked back and saw Chandler lying in front of that car, his whole face down, soaked in blood.

She didn’t know how she had gotten there. She looked at the bright red blood stains and her whole head felt like it was going to explode.

The crowd kept crowding in, surrounding them in a small circle.

Susan looked at him, and her hands were stained red. And the man in front of him, his face was gradually turning into a grayish appearance.

For a moment, she forgot to cry. Looking at the person in her arms with a dull expression, stretching her legs and kicking gently, Susan choked softly: “Hey, don’t sleep, wake up, okay?”

The person on the ground did not respond, she touched two more times, and her throat was getting sour for no reason, “Wake up, don’t pretend, I know you are acting.”

He still did not have any movement, lying quietly with his eyes closed.

The door of the car that hit the person was suddenly opened on one side. A few people came out, and when they saw Susan, they immediately tried to pull her up.

Several thick hands tugged at her arms, but they did not think she suddenly took off her shoes and held them and chased them and knocked.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The heel of the shoe was so sharp that it seemed to nail a hole in their faces, and Susan struggled regardless.

The men tried to tie her up, but they had to watch out for the high heels in her hands, and the onlookers didn’t want to help, just stood around watching the show with their chests clasped.

Susan looked like she had gone crazy. The doctor came, and Alex also followed, with a lot of people behind him.

Looking at her like this, Alex immediately asked people to arrest those men.

Susan was not quite relieved, wanted to kick two more feet, but was blocked by Alex.

“What are you doing?” Susan, with red eyes, looked coldly at the person in front of her and questioned, “Why did you stop me!”

“Do you want him dead or alive?” Alex looked at her coldly, saw her dumbfounded, and explained, “I won’t stop him if you want him dead, but get in the car if you want to live.”

She stared at the men with resentment, and then followed him to the ambulance.

Susan looked nervously at the man on the stretcher, several doctors had already started to prepare first aid measures, and she could only watch from the sidelines.

Rubbing her hands for a long time, Susan asked cautiously, “How is he?”

“Don’t know.” The doctor responded without raising his head, his tone a bit perfunctory.

She looked at the man on the stretcher with apprehension.

Susan’s eyes never moved from his face, and the machines next to him rang smoothly and orderly as if signaling something.

She followed him to the hospital. When she arrived at the operating room, Susan was blocked from the door by the nurse.

Alex also arrived at the hospital afterward, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, looking flushed and without any overly obvious illnesses.

He stopped only when he reached the door of the operating room and looked more towards the blue window, although usually nothing could be seen.

He looked back at Susan, who was lost in thought, and held back his displeasure as he walked toward her.

“He’ll be fine,” Alex said simply.

But she was already in a trance, and she took his reassurances as a deaf ear.

“The person has been sent to the police station, someone will come over later to make a statement with you, you tell the truth, the rest will be left to them.”

Susan grabbed her hair and pressed her head down. Her voice was also duller: “Is he okay?”

He was silent for a long time before responding, “I think so.”

Susan, however, was still uneasy, staring at the door of the operating room as if she could see what was happening inside.

Her fists were unconsciously clenched, and Susan didn’t react to the fact that she was tensing up for someone she thought she hated. She was so nervous that she could not wait to watch him the whole time and wait for him to recover.