The stout man didn't groan, despite the pain. Rather calmly, he said, "Nathalia Davidson, come over. I have something to tell you."
Surprised, Nathalia quickly turned around, "Huh? Why?"What does he want to tell me? And why me?
She patted Spencer on his shoulder and said, "Spencer, let me down, please."
"No. It's dangerous." Spencer refused. He only wanted to carry her to the car and get her home safe.
Nathalia rolled her eyes and said casually, "He can't even move now. There's no more danger."
Nathalia insisted, and Spencer had to agree at the end. Yet, instead of letting her down, he carried her towards the stout man.
The man heaved a heavy sigh and said, "You are a strange woman. Are you really not afraid of death?"She looks so delicate, yet she's shockingly brave. I have never met a woman like her. He gazed at Nathalia, amazed by her charm and beauty.
