The President's Darling のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 621 - チャプター 630

Summer had been opposed to the idea of James booking the entire movie theater. She believed that the charm of watching a movie outside lay in sharing the experience with everyone else. Without that, it would lose its appeal. James respected Summer's opinion, so they watched the movie quietly. What was slightly heartwarming was that their hands had been intertwined since the movie had started until that point. Halfway through the movie, Summer suddenly felt the need to use the restroom. So, she informed James and left. Unbeknownst to her, a man was lurking near the restroom at that moment. His behavior seemed suspicious, as if he were afraid of being recognized. He hid behind a plastic tree next to the restroom, pulling his cap down over his face. After a few minutes, the man, who had been waiting, finally made his move. Spotting Summer coming out of the restroom, he immediately followed her. With a swift motion, he grabbed her and forcefully pulled her into a secluded c

Hank firmly covered Summer's mouth with one hand, while his other hand gripped her shoulder tightly. As time went by, Summer sensed her strength diminishing, her head spinning, and her consciousness fading. Her sole intention had been to attract help with her shout, yet it appeared to have sent Hank into a frenzy. At that moment, he pressed down on her with an almost manic intensity, and she felt her life slipping away from her grasp. "No, stop..." Summer silently pleaded in her mind. She desperately wished she could call out for James to come to her rescue. But at that moment, she felt completely helpless, as if she had been cast into darkness with no glimpse of hope. All she could see was Hank's terrified face. The sensation was akin to being hanged. It was as if the rope were tightening around her neck, slowly draining her life away. Just when things seemed dire, a miracle happened. Out of nowhere, a figure appeared before Summer, moving with lightning speed. Then,

"You even had a doctor come to check on me?" Summer asked. Though she had fainted, the damage wasn't severe enough to pose any fatal risks. Instead, she found herself wondering about Hank. What had become of him? She vaguely remembered James driving Hank away. However, what happened to Hank afterward remained unclear to her. So, she decided to inquire about his whereabouts. James responded, "I gave him a little lesson and then sent him packing." "A little lesson..." Summer couldn't help but recall the first time she had met James. He had been so ruthless and cruel back then. She remembered the sight of Charlie's back covered in blood after being whipped by James for failing to protect her. It was a horrifying memory. Summer wondered if James had been as harsh this time. "Hank didn't suffer any severe injuries, right?" Summer asked with concern. James couldn't help but feel a twinge of dissatisfaction. He was Summer's husband, but she seemed more concerned about Hank

With everything sorted out, Summer left the office to get ready for a meeting with her employees. However, Bradly remained behind and intercepted Summer. His tone was serious as he said, "I need to talk to you about something." His unusual seriousness left Summer wondering what he wanted to discuss. She said, "Go ahead, but I'm quite busy at the moment and don't have much time to spare." "This time I'm not joking around. I have something serious to discuss. It's about Keith." At the mention of Keith's name, Summer's heart skipped a beat. Keith always gave her a heavy sense of foreboding. Although she knew he was somewhat pitiful, she didn't want anything to do with him. "Bradly, why are you bringing up Keith? I have no interest in his affairs," Summer said, trying to distance herself from Keith to avoid trouble. "You may not be interested in him, but he's taken an interest in you. He's been keeping an eye on you recently," Bradly said. "Keeping an eye on me?" Summer fel

Summer lacked even the most basic means of seeking help. Without her phone, she had no choice but to resort to shouting. "Help! Help me!" Her urgent voice echoed through the room. It was the first time she had ever shouted so loudly. But even after nearly a minute of shouting, no one appeared. Summer felt like she was losing her mind. Was there truly no one around? If that was the case, she had to find a way to break out. She studied the room and noticed a wooden chair. It wasn't overly large, but she could manage to lift it. With some effort, Summer raised the wooden chair to smash it against the door. However, as she threw it, the door swung open. It was Keith! Startled by his sudden appearance, Summer instinctively tried to pull the chair back, but it was too late. The chair slipped from her grasp and flew toward Keith. Keith was agile and managed to sidestep the incoming chair. Upon hitting the ground, the wooden chair shattered into pieces with a resounding crash.