C7 I Can Do It!

The sound of a door closing echoed from outside, prompting Evelyn to shove the man aside and dash for the exit. Desperate to flee, her attempt was thwarted as he hurled her back onto the bed.

In the midst of her struggle, she caught sight of the overweight man yanking off his belt with a look of urgency. "Evelyn, don't be scared," he said, his voice tinged with eagerness as he took a sharp breath.

Tears welled up in Evelyn's eyes as she trembled against the headboard, pleading weakly, "Don't... come... closer..." Her voice was frail, her body devoid of strength.

As the man inched closer, she clenched her lips and shut her eyes tightly, resigning herself to her fate.

But before he could tighten his grip on her arm, the bedroom door was violently kicked open with a resounding "Bang!" that reverberated through the room.

A chilling presence swept in from the doorway, sinister as the devil himself.

The intruder's muscles tensed, and he hastily grabbed a blanket, pressing himself against the headboard while eyeing the door warily. "Who's there?" he demanded.

At the sound, Evelyn's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the sight of Leslie, imposing even from his wheelchair. His striking features were set in a cold, hard expression, his aura sharp as a blade's edge under the light, exuding a fearsome, demonic presence.

Relief flooded through her as she saw him, her heart, which had been lodged in her throat, finally settling. "Uncle... save me," she murmured, her voice laced with palpable fear and panic. Leslie's heart twisted at her call for help.

His woman had been violated.

Throughout the ordeal, he remained silent, his innate pride radiating a chilling, untamed arrogance.

The man recognized Leslie but couldn't fathom his presence. In desperation, he pleaded, "Mr. Andrews, I'm sorry, I was wrong... please..."

His pleas fell on deaf ears.

Only after confirming that Evelyn's clothes were still in order did Leslie snap his fingers. Two men entered, bowing deeply. "Young Master..."

"Strip him, throw him out, and inform the Solis family that Evelyn belongs to me," Leslie commanded, his gaze never leaving Evelyn, intense and unwavering.

The confessions he had received over three months had slowly thawed the ice in his heart.

Watching her confront the reporters, standing bravely before him, he felt a profound sense of admiration.

Discovering that her father had brought a stranger home, Leslie's heart sank with even greater concern.

The stranger's pleas for mercy slowly dissipated into the distance.

Now, only Leslie and Evelyn remained in the room.

Evelyn sat against the headboard, arms wrapped around herself, her dark eyes devoid of their usual twinkle, hollow and empty.

Her head hung low, her hair disheveled, her body trembling uncontrollably.

In that instant, Leslie's chest felt hollow, as if something inside had shattered violently.

With reddened eyes, he muttered angrily under his breath, "Damn it."

If only he hadn't let her return home, could this have been avoided?

His heart ached as he wheeled himself closer to her.

Evelyn, in a haze, looked up into Leslie's profound gaze, feeling an overwhelming sense of emptiness and depth, yet finding it strangely captivating...

"Uncle..." She reached out and flung herself into Leslie's embrace.

Instinctively, he extended his arms to catch her.

As she fell into his arms, her feverish body inadvertently stirred his deepest desires.

"Evelyn, don't be scared. I'll take you back," Leslie said, his muscles tensing and his cheeks flushing.

Evelyn relished the cool touch of his skin, finding solace in its comfort.

She curled up, tucking herself into a ball against Leslie's chest.

In a languid whisper, she confessed, "If it's with you, Uncle, I... I could accept it."