The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye)

Chapter 478

"Madam, please sit down."

Merle knew that Mango's body had yet to fully recover, so he reminded her softly.

Mango fastened her seatbelt and she replied, "Don't worry about me, just do what you have to."

Hence, Merle kept silent after receiving the order but he sped up the car.

Just then, the car behind them followed suit to catch up with them.

Soon after, both cars were embroiled in a tense chase on the road.

Mango was quite unused to the situation, but she held on tightly to the safety handle.

Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind and she asked, "Are there any of our men around the kindergarten?"

"Rest assured, Madam. I've already made the necessary arrangements. I guarantee that Rita and Zion will be safe and sound."

"Okay, that's good."

Mango closed her eyes after she knew that the children would be safe. Alas, she became nauseous as the car was racing down the road so quickly.

Then, the car ducked out into a highway with the other car hot on its trail.

Merle braked abruptly which caught the car behind them off guard. However, the car avoided hitting them before crashing into the side of the road instead.

With a loud bang, the car screeched to a halt.

Merle quickly got out of the car and he shattered the window of the other man's car before grabbing the driver's collar.

"Speak! Who asked you to follow us?" Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Merle's harsh manner caught the man off guard.

The other man in the crashed car wanted to escape, but Mango had him pinned down inside the car.

"Since you've caught up with us, let's have a nice chat, shall we? Aren't you two here for me?"

The look in Mango's eyes was rather cold.

She had learned a few moves from Nathaniel. Despite not being an expert, it was useful as an intimidation tactic sometimes.

The other party was a little frustrated upon being captured.

Since the man was unwilling to speak, Merle immediately grabbed his wrist while dislocating it with a sickening crunch.

"Ahh!"

The driver screamed in pain while the blood drained from the other man's face.

However, Merle maintained a straight face before saying, "If you don't talk, I'll break your other hand before I move on to your legs. Do you think your boss will still need you after becoming a cripple?"

The driver panicked instantly when he saw that Merle was extremely serious.

"Okay, I'll talk. It was Director Huang, he told us to follow you two. However, he doesn't have any other intentions except to find out where Mr. Ye is. We don't have any other motivations!"

"Yes, Director Huang has always wanted to contact Mr. Ye but to no avail. Hence, we had to follow you and see whether we could locate Mr. Ye."

The other man confessed immediately upon witnessing his friend's plight, as he was afraid of suffering the same fate.

Mango's lips curved downwards into a frown.

So, it was Boston!

Who on earth was he?

Why did he need to see Nathaniel so urgently?

"Go back and tell Director Huang that he needs to be open about it if he wants to see Nathaniel. Don't annoy me with these childish acts. Get out of here now! If I catch you again, Lord will help you when I'm done with you."

Mango's voice was soft, but the threat in her words was very clear.

Thus, the two men quickly agreed to her demands.

Just as quickly as he'd dislocated it, Merle set the driver's arm back into place.

The driver screamed in pain before realizing that he could move his hand. Then, he hurriedly started the car before driving away.

"So, Boston, huh?"

Mango frowned slightly.

Merle replied, "I haven't had time to look into it, and I'll make sure to investigate him."

"Yeah. Hopefully, everything would be more peaceful this time around. Let's go."

Mango was the first to get into the car after she finished speaking.

They hadn't lost much time despite the incident, but Mango was still afraid that she'd be late.

She hadn't seen Nathaniel for eight days. Mango wanted to know how he was doing, and impatience riddled her body.

"Drive faster."

Mango instructed flatly.

However, Merle noticed Mango's discomfort earlier when he drove fast. Hence, he replied, "We have time, so we can go slower. I'm afraid that your body..."

"It's fine, I'll be okay after a break. I actually want to be there earlier. Even if he hasn't arrived, I don't mind waiting for him. So, stop wasting time."

Merle couldn't help but be taken back by Mango's anxiety and impatience.

He had always been the leader of the Dark Night Empire, and Merle'd experienced Madam Ye's leadership. However, the elder woman was almost retiring when he took the position. Now, Mango was his first official mistress, and he might have to be loyal to her for the rest of his life.

Merle nodded in reply before speeding up the car, but only a little bit faster.

Just then, the scent of blood wafted into Mango's nose.

She frowned slightly before looking back, only to find that blood was oozing out of Merle's hand.

"Are you hurt?"

Surprise colored Mango's features.

"It's fine. I just cut myself on the glass when smashing the window. I'll be okay in a bit."

It was clear that Merle was very experienced.

The injury was nothing but a small scratch to him.

On the other hand, Mango felt a little guilty.

"Do we have any bandages in the car?"

"It's fine, Madam. The car's run out of them, but I'll just get some later at the airport pharmacy."

Merle replied nonchalantly.

"Stop the car!"

Mango suddenly cried out.

Since Merle thought she had an urgency, he immediately pulled the car over on the emergency lane.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

However, Mango did not say anything as she got off the car while heading to the nearest pharmacy.

Soon after, Mango returned with antiseptic, gauze, and bandages.

"Give me your hand."

She spoke right after entering the car.

Merle was surprised as he realized that Mango had stopped the car purely to buy the necessary items to treat his wound.

He had no idea why, but a strange rush of warmth filled his chest.

"It's okay, I told you that this is a flesh wound. Plus, aren't you rushing to see Mr. Ye? Let's just deal with this at the airport."

"I said give me your hand. Are you going to disobey me?"

Mango had a grave expression on her face, and it made Merle a little hesitant.

Ultimately, he still gave Mango his hand.

Mango set the antiseptic and gauze aside as she spotted tiny glass shards still embedded inside his hand. Although they were small, they could cause a lot of problems.

"I'm going to clean your wound with the antiseptic, okay? But it's going to hurt, so please bear with me."

Then, she drizzled the antiseptic on Merle's hand without waiting for his response.

His body immediately went stiff.

However, it was not because of the pain. Instead, he was stunned by Mango's cool and gentle grip.

Compared to his rough-hewn palms, Mango's smooth skin made him want to shy away from her touch.

"Don't move!"

Mango seemed rather unhappy with his lack of cooperation as she chastised him. Then, she leaned down once more to focus on removing the small glass shards in his skin.

Half of her face was covered by her long flowing hair, but the sunlight streaming in through the window gave her elegant face a beautiful sheen of gold.

Thus, Merle had no idea that a woman could make him feel peaceful.

In the States, he'd come across plenty of women every day, so Merle would count himself experienced. However, this was the very first time that he'd ever felt so at calm, and Mango was the one who gave it to him.

His heart thumped hard in his chest like a jackhammer on concrete.

Hence, Merle was afraid to chance another glance at Mango's face. Moreover, he even felt a little unsettled as Mango's unique aura filled the car.

Merle quickly turned his head to mutter, "Mistress, this wound really is nothing. If we keep delaying our journey, we might be late in picking Mr. Ye up."

"Nathan will wait for me. But if your wound isn't dealt with in time, it would get infected. I know that you did it for my safety, as well as to force that man to talk but stop acting rashly in the future. At least don't use your bare hands to smash a window. After all, you're one of my men, and I don't want any harm to come to you, got it?"

Mango's tone was relaxed as she spoke.

Merle's heart throbbed with an unknown feeling when he heard Mango referred to him as one of her men.

"Got it."

Ever since his youth, he had been groomed to take over the Dark Night Empire.

Pain, blood, and sweat were daily occurrences to him. Furthermore, his father and brother had instilled in him the notion that men bled and not cried. They had even told him that the safety and life of their Mistress were above all, and he needed to sacrifice his life if the situation called for it.

Now, Mango had actually told him that she wanted no harm to reach him.

Merle knew that there were no romantic intentions on Mango's part as she said that, but he couldn't help but be moved.

Meanwhile, Mango quickly treated his wound and set the medical supplies aside after she'd finished wrapping it up. Then, she said, "Next time, you'd better make sure that the car is equipped with these things. We never know when we might need them, and we might not always be so lucky as to have a pharmacy nearby."

"Yes, I got it."

Merle didn't dare to look into her eyes.

Next, Mango withdrew her hand before returning to the seat. Although the distance between them was wide, Merle still felt her presence.

"Well, we've wasted quite some time, so let's go to the airport."

After Mango finished settling in, she quickly opened the car window.

The scent of antiseptic in the car was something she was uncomfortable with.

After that, Merle set off on the highway to the airport, but he failed to calm his racing heart.

On the other hand, Mango was blissfully unaware of what she'd done to Merle, as her mind was occupied with how she would react upon meeting Nathaniel again.

Undoubtedly, Nathaniel had lost weight. So, would she be able to control her sadness upon seeing him?