Chapter 448 - 421: Thrilling!

"Ah!"

Chloe Simpson instinctively screamed, and Blondie laughed excitedly, "Hahaha, scream, scream for me! Damn, the more I hear, the more I like it, it’s thrilling!"

Just as Chloe was about to be stripped naked, Alan Johnson rushed over without a second thought.

Blondie turned around, and with a quick backhanded swipe, he slashed a deep and long gash on Alan’s arm.

Blood kept flowing out.

Alan’s arm was almost immobile, let alone able to save Chloe.

A few men were still shouting and yelling excitedly.

"Let me go! You bastards! Animals!"

Chloe fought back frantically, but she was pinned tightly against the wall by the men and couldn’t move.

Fortunately, in the end, Alan picked up the knife from the ground and, taking them by surprise, held it against Blondie’s neck.

"Let her go!"

His left arm was still dripping blood, but Alan endured the pain and shouted angrily at Blondie.

"Fine, damn, very fine. The hawk played got its eyes pecked, today I lost! Spit! You better watch out, I’ll kill you!"

Blondie nodded heavily, spitting viciously.

At that moment, Alan couldn’t care about drinking or not drinking anymore.

He opened the car door directly and took Chloe away.

Once the car had driven far enough, confirming those people wouldn’t chase them, Alan pulled over to the side of the road.

"Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?"

As soon as the car stopped, Alan and Chloe spoke simultaneously.

"I’m fine." Chloe adjusted her torn shirt.

"I’m fine."

Alan glanced at his arm, opened the GPS, and navigated to the nearest hospital.

Twenty minutes later, Alan brought Chloe to the hospital.

When they got out of the car, Alan took off his suit jacket and gave it to Chloe.

Chloe’s shirt was only torn, her clothes underneath were okay, so she put on Alan’s jacket and followed him into the hospital.

Alan’s wound needed twelve stitches.

Chloe looked at Alan’s wound, filled with guilt.

Thinking of her previous suspicions about Alan, she felt uneasy.

If not for tonight’s accident, Chloe would have gone home.

But now, Alan got injured while saving her.

Got so many stitches.

The wound was so deep, practically down to the bone, and the doctor warned him to rest well, definitely no water, no spicy food, no alcohol, and not to do anything else.

Even refraining from using his left arm to hold a cup of water.

In the end, Chloe went home with Alan and stayed at his mansion.

"Chloe, you don’t need to stay, I can handle it myself, and there are so many servants at the mansion."

Alan didn’t expect Chloe to stay because of his injury.

"I don’t have anything else to do anyway, I’ve quit the hospital job, and besides, your injury is because of me. I’ll leave once you recover." Chloe said.

Alan said nothing more; he sensed the determination in Chloe’s words and genuinely wished for her to stay.

Perhaps it was because that night at Grandpa Morgan’s was so wonderful, or maybe because he had been lonely for too long and wanted a home.

For whatever reason, inexplicably, without any sign, he wanted to be with Chloe.

Funny enough, Alan himself never imagined he would start getting entangled with a woman.

And this woman was someone entangled with the future heir of the Johnson Family.

The same night Chloe moved into Alan’s mansion, Alexander Johnson received the news.

"Eldest Young Master, Miss Simpson moved into the Second Master’s mansion."

When Jack Woods came to report, Alexander was still working overtime, finalizing a project overnight.

He sat at his desk, and the pen in his hand snapped, stabbing into his flesh.

"Eldest Young Master, are you okay?"

Jack quickly stepped forward to check.

"Jack, isn’t the old lady feeling much better? It’s almost the New Year; it’s time to bring her back."

Alexander looked at the red blood on his hand, his brilliant eyes piercing with a cold sharpness.