His Dangerous Love

Chapter 124 Only One Person Could Protect Her

Chapter 124 Only One Person Could Protect Her

Roger had never respected women, let alone the fact that he was still holding onto several grudges.

After all the hard work, the money went down the drain, and he was played by Jefferson.

On top of that, the Gentry family had turned their backs on him, making his feelings towards Elianna even worse.

Seeing her lingering around, he immediately grabbed her by the hair.

He delivered two slaps to her face and said, "You bit*h, you might as well be dead! Do as I say!"

A buzzing sound echoed in Elianna's ears, and her cheeks burned.

Unlike Jefferson, Roger didn't hold back when he hit her.

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The pain from Roger pulling her hair made it impossible for her to think.

The pain ignited her rebellious spirit, and her hand below quietly grasped the high-heeled shoe.

Tilting her head back, she squeezed out a few teardrops. "Mr. Roberts, you're hurting me."

"What the hell are you whining about? Did I bring you here for pleasure? If you dare to hesitate again, I'll find someone to fuck you!"

"But like this, I can't move." Elianna feigned weakness.

"Hurry up!"

Roger let go of her.

Seeing Elianna really crouching down, he felt somewhat satisfied in his heart and continued to curse.

"What kind of daughter-in-law from the Larsen family? Just a whore."

"When I'm tired of playing with you, I'll give you to my brothers..."

Suddenly, intense pain struck, and Roger screamed and crouched down.

"Ah! Damn it..."

"I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing Roger in such agony, Elianna belatedly realized what she had done.

The weapon, the high-heeled shoe, fell to the ground.

She had injured him on his own turf. Would she be able to walk away today?

Just as she thought about this, Roger, struggling to stand up, crawled towards her and said, "You bitch, I'll find people to take turns fucking you to death!"

Seeing him trembling as he stood up, Elianna took a few steps back in fear. She turned around and ran towards the exit.

At this point, only one person could protect her.

She rushed to the neighboring room and urgently pushed the door.

It was locked.

Elianna became increasingly anxious, looking around and banging on the door. "Open the door!"

"Nola, open the door!"

In her panic, she called out that name.

"Jefferson, I beg you!"

She saw Roger limping out of the neighboring room.

He looked around and his expression twisted with rage when he saw her.

"You bitch! Where the fuck are you running?"

Elianna was about to flee when he grabbed her by the hair.

Crazed with anger, Roger repeatedly slammed her head against the wall, and her forehead was bruised and bleeding.

The violence continued.

Hot liquid dripped down Elianna's cheek, but she was too numb from the pain to feel anything.

Just as she was losing hope, the door suddenly opened.

But it wasn't Jefferson who came out, it was Nola.

Seeing Elianna in such a tortured state, Nola exclaimed, "Anna!"

She quickly pulled her away, pleading, "Mr. Roberts, my sister has been unwell for a long time and hasn't been exposed to this kind of thing. If she's done something wrong, I apologize on her behalf.

Please, don't hold it against her."

"Don't hold it against her? That fucking bitch almost crippled me! I'm going to kill her today!"

Roger roughly snatched Elianna away from Nola's grasp, and she desperately tried to shield her, tears streaming down her face.

"No, please don't."

But she was just a weak woman, and with a few rough movements, Roger pushed her aside.

Elianna wiped the blood off her face, knowing that there was only one person who could save them now...

Summoning her remaining strength, she stumbled towards the room.

Her vision blurred with blood, but she could vaguely see Jefferson sitting on the sofa.

She practically threw herself at him, too weak to stand, and looked up at him pleadingly. "Jefferson, please help me."

Blood splattered across her face and her pupils were unable to focus, but her gaze towards him was piercing.

It was a hand reaching out from hell to the mortal world, a desperate gamble with no way out.

Her face overlapped with someone from a certain moment in his memory, and that person was none other than himself.

Jefferson smiled, raising his hand to touch her forehead.

Dipping his fingers in her blood, he brought it to his lips and licked it.

The sweet bloody fishy taste filled his mouth, inexplicably exciting him.