Only You Can Be My Angel novel Chapter 2

Selena's lips were red and swollen after being bitten by the man. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and narrowed her eyes slightly.

It was then that she finally had a chance to look at him properly.

The man's hair was messy from the wind, a glint of wariness could be seen from his eyes. He looked extremely dangerous and aloof, as though he was prepared to pounce and kill at any moment. Selena had never seen such a cold-eyed person before.

The man, whose name was Jefferson Fenoli was sizing up Selena as she was to him.

His facial expression changed slightly as he was staring at her.

He didn't expect to meet her here!

However, it seemed that she didn't remember him at all.

He was forced to kiss her a while ago just to protect the both of them. If they found out who he was, it would be difficult for the both of them to escape unscathed as they might seize Selena instead of him.

Jefferson had been acting tough just now to keep them safe. Now that the danger was gone, he could no longer maintain consciousness and passed out.

Being around 1.8 meters tall, Jefferson had fallen right on top of Selena, crushing her under his weight. Selena could barely breathe with him on top of her.

Not only did he kiss her, he also tore her clothes apart.

The thought of that made her want to abandon him on the road and leave.

However, Selena just couldn't bear to leave him. After all, he had risked his life to protect her just now.

In addition, she was a doctor. There was no way she could let him bleed to death regardless of how much she hated him!

Some scars had already faded away, leaving behind the proof of the various moments that he came close to death.

Selena noticed a gunshot wound a centimeter away from his heart, dangerously close to his vitals. The bullet had pierced through his chest, leaving behind the scar of what was once a gaping wound.

She wondered who treated his gunshot wound. The doctor would need to have amazing skills to save this man from the brink of death.

She had never treated a patient with gunshot wounds, nor had she personally seen a gunshot wound before.

All this while, she had only learnt about gunshot wounds from books.

In Henderford, normal civilians were not allowed to possess any guns. Therefore, a person who was injured by bullets couldn't be a normal citizen...

Not knowing why, her hands trembled as she gently touched his gunshot wound on his chest.