Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

I bowed low, intending to back away and distance myself. But Tristan stepped forward quickly. Because I was already bending over, the top of my head slammed right into his solar plexus. I saw Tristan’s hand moving toward my chin again. Without a second thought, I snapped my head up. "My apologies. Just say so if you need something. There's no need to touch me, Sir," I said coldly. I took a step back until my spine hit the cold, hard wall. This building was too big. It was packed with polished antique goods. Massive vases, gold-framed paintings, a clock as tall as a human body inside. Everything was far too expensive to even touch. This front area was dead quiet, showing no signs of anyone actually living here. The real house must be at the back, just like Amon's house. To get there, one had to cross a vast garden. Even cars had to loop all the way to the front gate. "I’m here to collect the thank-you you owe me. Did you forget?" Tristan slammed his palm against the wall, tr

I took a deep breath, filling my lungs that had briefly felt suffocated, before continuing. "My life alone would never be enough to repay Amon’s kindness. How could I ever dare to betray him?" Tristan’s brow furrowed deeply. "What?" "My hand was pulled out of the torturous mud. My loyalty right now isn't even enough to prove I’m worthy of standing by his side," my eyes widened, my teeth gritted tight to hold back my rage. My throat burned, but the words still forced their way out. "You might as well kill me right now, Sir, rather than ask me to betray him. Amon holds too high a place in my heart—far higher than my own self-respect." "Ha..." Tristan chuckled softly. "Hahaha!" His laughter burst out again, echoing in the middle of the quiet garden. He drew himself up, standing tall while looking down at me with a gaze dripping with sheer contempt. "If you are finished speaking, please allow me to return, Sir," I said flatly. I forced myself to stand up straight, even though

No. There was no way I could let Amon kill his own uncle. Wisa, this is your fault. You’re the one who provoked Tristan until he choked you. Before I knew it, my head was shaking slowly. My eyes stung, and my knees were trembling so badly that the bones themselves ached. I slammed my knees down right beside where Amon stood—hard, painful, but I tried to bear it. Amon snapped his head toward me, his eyes widening. Tristan did the exact same thing. Amon’s grip loosened. “Ahem…!” Tristan coughed, clutching his neck as he looked down at me kneeling next to Amon. “Miss Wisa, what on earth are you doing?” Amon lowered his body, bringing himself down to my level. One knee touched the floor, the other bent forward. “I made a mistake, Sir,” I said. Amon’s hand reached out, grabbing my chin and tilting it up. “My mouth went way across the line, so it’s only fair that Mr. Tristan choked me.” Before I could stop them, tears started falling. Tears born from the terror of ge

Amon swept me away just like that, before I even had a chance to clean myself up. Now, we were sitting side by side in the spacious cabin of his car. A masculine scent blended with the luxurious aroma of premium leather upholstery hung heavy in the air. The car was incredibly well-insulated, cutting us off entirely from the chaotic noise of the city streets, making the atmosphere around us feel deeply private—and deeply sleep-inducing. Yet, even in the middle of his busy schedule, Amon’s focus was divided. Every now and then, the hand that had just been holding a pen would reach out toward me. His thumb brushed my cheek with an unexpected tenderness, as if coaxing me to just give in to the exhaustion. His touch was warm, causing my heavy eyelids to slowly drift shut. Along with it, the sound of his low chuckle vibrated softly through the soundproofed air. Slowly, my head began to loll. Amon caught it gently—his own hand guiding my head to rest comfortably against his shoulder. Ri

Amon carried me inside through the gates, completely ignoring the stares from the party guests. The police and paramedics followed closely behind, making sure I got first aid from the Sergio family's private doctor who was on standby inside.My eyelids gave out, and everything went pitch black.But when I woke up and tried to open my eyes again, all I could see was an unfamiliar ceiling. The sharp smell of medicine immediately hit my nose, and there was an oxygen mask fitted over my face."You call this an agenda?!" Amon’s voice boomed near me. It was the first time I had ever heard such raw emotion coming from him."This wasn't on the agenda," William replied calmly.I turned my head slowly, even though every single movement triggered a sharp, stabbing pain in my neck. Right there, Amon’s back was tense. He was standing face-to-face with William, his own grandfather."Amon, she's losing too much blood!" The voice of the doctor, who had just rushed in, broke the tension. His face was