บททั้งหมดของ Winning My Ex-Crush: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

Laird’s POVI pounded angrily on the glass door of the van in which the FBI commander and Prosecutor Golden were riding. They were all sitting relaxed in the car, while Fenella could be heard being hurt by Amy. Fenella's heavy breathing and the sound of Amy's roar that I heard over the receiver convinced me that Fenella was in trouble.This had all gone too far.“Amy's confession is enough, right? What the fuck are you waiting for? Arrest her now and save Fenella.” I growled at Prosecutor Golden.“Fenella is still holding out, Laird. We should wait until Fenella says the safe word. She can also gauge her capacity.” Prosecutor Golden raised his hand to calm me down.“If you don't help her now, I'll go help her.” My eyes narrowed, and I growled with a serious threat.“Laird, if you go in now, you'll ruin everything we've built up so far. Fenella is trying hard in there. All you have to d

Fenella’s POV“Let go of me, Alan!”I struggled with all my might, but Alan kept his grip on my arm. He wouldn't listen to me and now forced me to follow him. Limping, I dragged my feet to get into the car.“I don't want to, Alan! Let go of me!” I held the car door with my hand. Although Alan tried to open the door, I held the door.Outside, Laird was still trying to crush open the door. It seemed that the door lock was no ordinary key. I bought my time as much as I could, waiting for Laird to come rescue me.“Fenella! Don't test me! Get in the car right now.”Alan threatened with the gun pointed at my forehead. I then pushed Alan with all my might, and he was furious. His free hand suddenly gripped my neck tightly.“Alan!”I tried my best to scream, but the man tightened his grip on my neck. He growled in front of my face.“Don't play games, Fenella. Please get in the car and drive. Or should I kill you now?”My face scrunched up, and I tried to catch my breath. My throat was sore,

Fenella’s POVIt's getting late, but I'm still patiently waiting for the doctor to come out. Laird underwent surgery to remove the bullet two hours ago. But the surgery sign lamp was still glowing red in the hospital hallway.I sat waiting on the chair with my right leg wrapped in bandages. Sometimes my ankle throbs with pain, but when I take a deep breath, the pain dissipates.My hands tightened around the jacket that Matthew had lent me. Although it wasn't enough to block the cold night, at least it was enough to cover my arms and body that were slightly exposed because of the plunging neckline jumpsuit I was wearing. It's a good thing that it was in black, so people won't be too disgusted by the traces of blood seeping through my clothes.“It's done!” Jessy exclaimed.I jumped up from my chair. My hand clasped Jessy's for a moment. Thank goodness I had a loyal friend like her. Even Prosecutors Golden and Matthew had gone home first to follow the FBI commander to their office.Not l

Fenella’s POV“Okay, easy,” Lloyd soothed Laird.We slowly waited as Laird hobbled up the stairs one by one. The wound on his stomach still hadn't fully healed, but the doctor had allowed him to go home. Fortunately, there was Lloyd, who had a similar posture to Laird. He supported Laird to walk up to his room on the second floor, while I carried Laird's bag of clothes.“Here we are,” Lloyd helped Laird sit on the bed, accompanied by a sigh of relief.“Thank you, Lloyd,” Laird said.“Yeah. No problem.” Lloyd nodded.“I hope you accept the fact that your room is here. Not the house on the other side.” Lloyd grinned as he glanced at me.My face turned red, and I cleared my throat quickly to get rid of the embarrassment. How could I not? Now Lloyd knew that Laird stayed at my house for almost two weeks without a single word to him.“It can't be helped. It's fate.” Laird snorted and shifted his body to sit more comfortably on the bed.“Well, I hope you will be satisfied with Mrs. Myers ta

Fenella’s POVAnother week passed, and we reached the end of January. Laird was supposed to rest for another month, but he insisted on going to New York. The first reason was that he couldn't stand his father at home anymore. The second reason was that he couldn't help but miss me.I smiled happily as I recalled how Laird whined like a child to go to New York. He didn't want to be separated from me, he said. That's why, now, I spent all day with him resting in his apartment.However, Laird couldn't fully rest in New York. Prosecutor Golden called us several times to request written testimony. After going unheeded twice, we finally answered the official summons on the third call.“Why are you smiling?”Laird's voice woke my reverie. He leaned in slightly to look at my face from the front. His forehead wrinkled and his eyes narrowed suspiciously.“Oh, no, nothing.”I cleared my throat to get rid of my thoughts about how wonderful it would be to stay with Laird all day. This one week was