My Dangerous Boy's

Part 109 - Are We Lose? (4)

"Not dead yet" murmured the man.

Shella spontaneously bit her lower lip and pursed her nose, then suddenly a soft caress landed on her fine hair. Harassment. The fear burst into all parts of his body until his hands that were being held tightly by that person trembled violently.

Shella could then feel her body being gently jerked towards the back, before her back stumbled onto a tree trunk. Will he be slammed into this tree?

Then, a burly hand felt stroking his face slowly while slowly peeling his forehead. However, Shella instead fused her two eyebrows in astonishment. The heavy and warm breath hit his face, as if the person was already within a very close distance of him.

Who'sisthis?

The question finally came to her mind, but in this dangerous situation, Shella still closed her eyes tightly without deciding to open it at any moment.

"Hey." A gentle swab landed on her back, which made Shella even more afraid and wanting to rebel right then and there.

"I'm not a bad guy. You don't have to close your eyes like that." The baritone's voice was again heard by tucked a little tinge of amused curliness in there.

Shella finally opened her eyes a little. The word 'not a bad person' made him almost breathe a sigh of relief thinking that someone had found him and saved him. The fear that had infiltrated him gradually disappeared slowly.

Finally, the shadow of that person formed slowly as Shella began to manage to catch her gaze. The man with a familiar looking face looked smiling with a fairly close distance from him.

But, in the next second, Shella was stunned. His body was fixated with a tongue that felt faint to speak. His blue eyes were slightly widened, as if he could not believe his current vision.

Plaque.

Without a second thought, Shella's petite hand immediately swung rapidly towards the man's cheek just like that. The slap sounds loud, coinciding with the face being turned to the left by the action, before the man's own hand held his cheek in disbelief.

"Hey, Shella! What are you doing!" roar the man, as if asking for mercy from the girl in front of him. "What's my fault!"

Shella's blue eyes immediately rounded large with one hand covering her half-opened red lips. The girl was surprised.

"Ma-sorry. I couldn't prevent my reflex movements earlier" he said, staring worriedly at the man who had appeared to be in great pain. Ouch, stupid Shella! Shella only grew more panicked as the pain ringing continued to roar within her ears.

However, the man then seemed to turn to him, before suddenly smiling widely, as if the incident was nothing. He then moved to take Shella and threw the girl into his warm embrace.

"Thank God you're safe" exclaimed the man in a tone tucked away excitedly. Her burly hand moved around Shella's back, as if she was trying to bring down all her fears.

"Andrew is my friend too. You must know him, right? He was the one who told me everything other than Zavier" Christian said softly. He kissed the top of Shella's head with great affection.

So, all this time Andrew was Christian's friend too?

However, as if remembering something, the fear returned to all parts of Shella's body. He lifted his head, making Christian just look at him with a question mark. Her lips were red open, wanting to say something important to the man as soon as possible.

"They're all in danger" said Shella, who looked panicked on the spot.

Christian slightly loosened his embrace. "Who?" ask her with a gaze that turned sharp.

"Andrew, your sister, a girl and my ex-boyfriend" Shella said quickly and realized that Christian's facial features had completely turned angry.

This is not the Christian Shella is used to. This time, the man looked a little more sinister and terrifying.

"I'll help them. You better get help and get out of here. I'll definitely catch up with you from behind" cried Christian and immediately moved from his place. However, her movements stopped as Shella's hand held her body.

"I don't know how to get help" the girl replied, making the man only sigh long. Actually, Christian did not want to leave Shella like this, but the narrowing of the situation made him have no choice but this.

"Do you have a cell phone? You can call the police and send me this location."

Shella shook her head slowly. The girl did not know where her bag had been since the kidnapping. "I don't have a cell phone." His blue eyes then stared pushyly at Christian.

Christian ruffled his hair in frustration, before glancing back at Shella. "We can't get out of this forest. It's tens of kilometers to find the asphalt road and find a savior, and that's definitely going to take a long time" he exclaimed in a choked tone. It exhales.

"Then, I'm coming, '" Shella replied quickly. The girl got up from the ground and stared at Christian with a glittering glare.

The man widened his eyes. "No, it's dangerous. You're better--"

Shella again shook her head slowly which was filled with great expectations. "I can help you. I know where the house is and the ins and outs of the place. I'm not weak because I've studied martial arts" as he clasped Christian's hand tightly.

Shella knew that maybe this was part of the worst plan, but let Chrisitan go save them all alone? No way, he will help because he has come down to this problem.