Chapter 20

Catelyn's hair was dark and pure like a stream in the mountains, which complimented her fair skin.

Cedrick could not help but feel drawn to her, but he then recalled the way Ollie had been behaving lately without a trace of his previous obedience and composure. Cedrick's eyes darkened once again.

"She's just a scheming woman. What's so great about her?"

Eason scratched his head and cleared his throat awkwardly before responding, "I heard from Albert that Young Master has been mentioning his mother quite often lately. Maybe he doesn't really care about Miss Clark, but he just doesn't like the fact that you're getting closer to Miss Maia and is worried that she'd take his mother's place. Maybe he's just using Miss Clark as an excuse to protest."

Cedrick clenched his jaw and fumed, "So this woman is just a random excuse he is using to rebel against me?"

"Who knows what kids really think?"

The traffic light turned green, and Eason moved his right foot toward the accelerator. Just as he was about to step on it, he noticed from the rear-view mirror that Catelyn had stood up with despair written all over her face as she stepped toward the moving traffic.

Startled, he shouted, "Goodness, it looks like Miss Clark is about to commit suicide!"

Ollie's stubborn expression flashed through Cedrick's mind, and he could not help but commanded, "Stop the car!"

…

Catelyn walked out of the sidewalk and toward the highway before someone grabbed her by the wrist from behind. She had injured her ankle and was stumbling to begin with, so being pulled had left her pale and sweating. She fell toward the person's chest with her right leg hanging in the air and gasped in pain when her nose rammed straight into the person's chest.

She looked up only to meet Cedrick's cold eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Startled by his stare, Catelyn retorted, "Isn't that what I'm supposed to ask you? I was just trying to pick up my phone, and you suddenly came and dragged me back. Did I do something to you, Mister Mason?"

'Phone? She was picking up her phone?' He thought as he looked in the direction she was pointing at. A white phone rested on the ground, and for a moment, he felt as though it was mocking his stupidity for thinking that she was trying to end her life when she only wanted to pick up her phone.

Cedrick pursed his lips and left without a word.

Confused, Catelyn wondered if all wealthy people behaved that oddly. She proceeded to head toward the highway to pick up her phone but missed the sight of a black Magotan racing toward her in such incredible space that it seemed to pierce through the air.

Everything was happening so fast and she felt as though her legs were so heavy that she could barely move them. Her head went black, and her heart throbbed as she shut her eyes.

She was done for!

"Watch out!"

She heard a steady voice of a man, and the next instant, an arm tightened itself around her waist as she was held into a warm embrace.

Following the piercing sound of the wind and cars racing by, the man threw himself at her. The two rolled on the road and the world spun along.

The owner of the Magaton lowered the car window and shouted at Catelyn and Cedrick, "Watch where you're going!"

Stunned, Catelyn lay on her back on the ground with Cedrick's towering body over hers.

The two stared at one another in awkward silence until he probed his arm against the ground with a frown and said, "How much longer do you intend on holding onto me?"

Catelyn looked down and realized that as they fell, she waved her hands around in an attempt to grab onto something, her arms somehow ending up wrapped around his waist. Embarrassed, she hastily let go of him and crawled up from the ground, her back drenched in sweat.

Fear overwhelmed her as she realized how close she was to dying on the street.

What surprised her, however, was that Cedrick had saved her.