NovelEnglishChapter 72 I nodded and walked out of the Nocturnal.
| stood at the entrance and glanced around. It was here where | was once bullied by Michael and those other people. Those drunkards had knockedaround back then.
But that felt like it had happened ages ago. Everything was different now.
As soon as | walked out of the Nocturnal, | heard a sound coming from behind me. | looked back warily and saw a shadow flashing past.
Frowning, | backed away cautiously. An inexplicable feeling of panic rose within me.
| felt like | was being watched the moment | stepped into the Nocturnal today. I still couldn't shake off that feeling even after exiting that place.
Perhaps it was because | had died once, but it felt like | had becmore sensitive.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe night breeze was quite cold.
| took a step back fearfully. This feeling... It was exactly the sas when | had met the murderer at Sunset Alley the previous time.
Another sound cfrom the alley. A tall figure wearing a poncho stood there with a stick in his hand. | backed away in horror. | turned around and wanted to run away. But maybe due to the fear, my legs felt heavy.
Right when | was feeling overwhelmed with fear, | suddenly bumped into someone’s muscular chest.
“Stephie...” The man’s chest was rising and falling quickly as he panted heavily. It seemed as if he had run over here anxiously.
| caught a whiff of a light fragrance on him. He smelled good. The sound of his heartbeat was comforting too.
He wrapped his arms around me. Then, he removed his jacket and put it on me.
“I'm here... Don’t be afraid,” he said.
| clung onto his clothes tightly and looked up. It was Steven...
| don’t know how he had escaped or where he had gotten his clothes from.
| glanced behindfearfully. The alley was empty. There wasn’t anyone around.
| was a little doubtful. Was it my imagination? Was it because | was under too much psychological pressure? Steven didn’t say anything. He just huggedtightly as he fixed his cold and frigid gaze in the Chapter 72 direction of the alley.
“How did you escape?” | asked quietly.
“I was worried... about you.” Steven lowered his head and wrapped the jacket aroundmore snugly. Then, he tookby the hand and ledaway.
His actions were very natural, as if we had known each other for a long time.
1 looked at Steven's back. Why did he seem familiar? Where had | seen him before? My head hurt a little, so 1 massaged my temples gently.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSteven and | went to hail a taxi.
“Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?” It was only then that | realized that Steven wasn’t wearing any shoes. The wound on his foot had split open, leaving a trail of bloody Tootprints on the ground.
| frowned and held him back. “You ran out in such a hurry just to find me?” Steven lowered his head like a child who was feeling guilty. He didn’t say anything | let out a long sigh.
He was a good-looking man. With such an aggrieved expression on his handsface, anyone would feel like giving in to him.
At that moment, | felt like my values were being swayed, and | almost got lost in his good looks.
“Go and take a seat over there!” | pointed at the bus stop sign by the side of the road.
Steven looked up at me, but he didn’t move.
“Go and sit down!” | instructed a little fiercely this time.
Steven then went over and sat down obediently.
| felt bad for him, so I ran to the mall to buy him sclothes and stroes. | also bought siodine..
| rushed back with the items that | had bought and found Steven still sitting obediently on the bench.
| let out a sigh as | looked at him. He seemed like such a well-behaved person. Could he really be a murderer?
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