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Continued from ch 9.,
Chalee's breath caught in his throat as he burst through the door. There, under the harsh fluorescent lights, he saw it—a sight that made his blood run cold. Dr. Noon was leaning over Snow, a syringe in hand, ready to give anesthesia while she lay unconscious.
"No!" Chalee's voice echoed through the room as he sprinted to her side. The impact of his arrival startled Dr. Noon, who turned pale and took a step back, his eyes wide with panic.
Without a second thought, Chalee's fist collided with Dr. Noon's face, followed by a swift kick from his left leg. The doctor crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, his eyes glazing over with shock and pain.
Ignoring the fallen doctor, Chalee knelt beside Snow. Her face, usually so full of life, was disturbingly still. "Snow, wake up," he whispered, his voice trembling with urgency. "Snow, please wake up."
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and a wave of relief washed over him. He pulled her into a tight embrace, his voice a soft murmur in her ear. "Don't worry. I'm right here. You don't have to be afraid anymore."
He wiped away her tears, his own eyes glistening with emotion. "We'll get out of here," he promised, looking deep into her eyes. With a strength born out of love and desperation, he lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the sinister room.
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Back at their small, cozy home, Snow clung to Chalee, her exhaustion evident. He held her gently, not daring to let go until he felt her breaths become steady in sleep. Gently, he laid her on the bed and covered her with a warm blanket.
In the quiet of the living room, Chalee lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling as memories of the day's events replayed in his mind. He couldn't shake the guilt gnawing at him. "I shouldn't have left her alone with that bastard," he muttered to himself. "Why didn't I talk to her? How could I have been so careless?"
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A week passed, a week filled with Chalee doing everything he could to help Snow heal. He cooked, cleaned, and washed clothes—chores he had never done before but now took on willingly for her sake. Slowly, Snow began to return to her old self, the shadows of her ordeal fading day by day.
One morning, she looked at him with determination in her eyes. "Chalee, I want to go back to college. I need to continue my studies."
Chalee's heart tightened with worry. "Are you sure? What if something happens? I don't want you to get hurt again."
But seeing the resolve in her eyes, he couldn't bring himself to object. Instead, he nodded. "Just be careful. I'll drop you off and pick you up every day."
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The next day, Snow returned to the university. Everything seemed normal, but as evening approached, a sense of unease crept over her. She thought she noticed something suspicious near the library's upper floor but decided not to dwell on it. She was eager to see Chalee and hurried to the university entrance.
Checking her phone frequently, she finally received a text from an unknown number: "Come to this place. There's been an accident involving someone you know. He's wearing a ring and his phone's wallpaper has your photo."
Panic surged through her. She flagged down a taxi, her thoughts racing. She called Chalee, but he didn't answer. Fear gnawed at her, making her question whether to go or not.
In desperation, she asked a friend to call Chalee. Her friend's voice was urgent when she spoke to him. "Chalee, Snow collapsed on her way home. Please come quickly to Marian Cafe."
When her friend relayed that Chalee was on his way, Snow felt a rush of relief. She instructed the driver to head to Marian Cafe.
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As Chalee arrived at the cafe, he scanned the room frantically, his heart pounding with fear for Snow. What he saw stopped him in his tracks...
To be continued...