Chapter 127 She Failed to Escape
Chapter 127 She Failed to Escape
Chapter 127 She Failed to Escape
On the sofa, dark red liquid flowed down between Roger's legs.
In just a few seconds, he was already gasping for air. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
His pupils contracted as if he would take his last breath in the next second.
With an apple stuffed in his mouth, a mournful cry came from his throat.
"Hush-"
Jefferson patted his shoulder to comfort him, and then he suddenly pulled out the knife.
Warm liquid splashed out along with the knife, and Roger's body convulsed violently. His head was tilted and he fainted.
Elianna stared in shock at the scene, still holding the posture of holding an apple in her hand, motionless in place.
A snap of fingers sounded in front of her face.
"Come back to life."
Elianna looked at Jefferson, whose front was stained with blood, and the fruit knife in his hand, and a chill ran down her spine.
Jefferson grabbed her shoulder and locked eyes with her. "Are you scared?"
She wanted to say she wasn't scared, but as she opened her mouth, her trembling lips couldn't suppress the fear, and she couldn't utter a word for a long time.
This frightened expression somehow appeared cute to Jefferson, and he raised his hand as if to pinch her.
From Elianna's perspective, Jefferson raised his hand with the knife, a bloody smile lingering on his lips.
Her instinct made her quickly take two steps back and her arm was crossed in front of her chest, a clear defensive posture.
Jefferson straightened up, staring at her, and twisted his wrist.
"Where do you think you can retreat to?"
Elianna racked her brains and noticed a figure at the door.
As if grasping at a life-saving straw, she said, "Um, I want to go and check on Nola."
That wasn't entirely a lie. Nola had just helped her stop Roger and was kicked down by him. She didn't know how she was doing now.
Seeing that Jefferson didn't object, Elianna made a quick exit.
Only then did she notice that next to Nola was squatting a man the size of a small mountain.
Case was squatting and looking at Nola, who was sitting on the ground, clutching her abdomen and gasping for breath, with vacant eyes.
Elianna hurried over to support her. "Nola, are you okay?"
Nola propped herself up with Elianna's help and asked, "Did Mr. Roberts trouble you?"
"He..."
Elianna glanced at the partially closed door and felt it was best not to mention what happened inside.
She shook her head. "No, the matter has been resolved."
Nola breathed a sigh of relief and reassuredly smiled at her, "That's good."
Looking at her pale face, Elianna felt inexplicably moved.
Just as she was about to say something, a command came from inside the door.
"Case, take Ms. Nola back."
This command immediately shattered Elianna's thoughts of escaping with Nola.
She awkwardly smiled, "Nola, you can go back first."
Nola was worried and held onto her hand, unwilling to let go. "What about you?"
"I..."
Elianna couldn't say that Jefferson wouldn't let her go. She quickly came up with an excuse. "I'll stay here to take care of my injuries before going back. I don't want Asher to notice it."
As she was speaking, a shadow cast down from above.
Both of them looked up and saw that Case had stood up.
"Ms. Nola, please."
Seeing the fierce expression on Case's face, Nola trembled. "No, it's not necessary."
Case raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Larsen let me escort you."
To emphasize his point, he slightly raised his voice, making Nola's head spin.
Her ladylike manners made her force out a smile that was even uglier than crying. "Then, thank you."
Elianna knew that Case looked intimidating, but he wasn't a bad person. She smiled reassuringly at Nola.
"Mr. Larsen's person will be fine."
Nola nodded softly, looking quite aggrieved.
Watching their figures recede, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were like a pancake and a sesame seed.
But...
With things ending up like this today, it would be a problem to explain to Mrs. Gentry when they returned.
Lost in thought, a teasing voice sounded beside her.
"Do you want to go with them?"
Elianna instinctively turned her head, and Jefferson was leaning against the door, smoking.
His hand holding the cigarette was crimson, looking eerie no matter how you looked at it.
Just as a waiter passed by, Elianna quickly pushed Jefferson inside.
Seeing her nervous and trembling appearance, Jefferson surprisingly cooperated, following her force and stepping back into the room.