Chloe's little tricks.

The dog in the yard continued to bark incessantly.

In the chaos, the bald man saw an opportunity to escape but was surrounded by the police and pinned to the floor. The painting was taken from his hands, and handcuffs were placed on him.

Arabella's hands still gripped the window frame as she stared blankly at Reginald, who held a gun.

It had been three years since they got married, and she had no idea he could shoot, let alone with such precision.

In that moment of crisis just now, if his shot had been a little faster, slower, or off-target, it could have caused her fatal harm.

Reginald tossed aside the gun and walked over, lifting her from the windowsill into his arms.

He delicately tended to the wound on her neck.

He held Arabella tightly against his chest, gently rubbing her pale, terrified face with his icy fingertips, asking tenderly, "Scared out of your wits?"

Arabella nodded weakly in affirmation.

Just moments ago, she felt death closing in, narrowly escaping its clutches. Her