He picked up a stone and threw it at Scar, who fell to the floor abruptly with a bleeding head.
"Arrh!" he cried, clutching onto his bleeding head.
"Get him," Scar said, and the two other men advanced towards the mysterious man.
The mysterious man first punched the face of the first man that approached him, then he threw a flying kick at the second man's groin. Scar got up and made to fight, but the mysterious man slammed his face against the wall. The other two men got up, but their heads were slammed against each other.
"Come on, girl, help yourself up. We need to get out of here," the mysterious man said as he knocked the three men unconscious.
Ivanna quickly stood up, shivering slightly. She couldn't help but admire his handsome face as he looked into her eyes.
"Let's get out of here. There are more of them coming," he told her and rushed out, with her speechless and following him.
They met some men outside who began chasing them. The mysterious guy quickly held Ivanna's hand, taking her through different routes. They finally managed to hide in a dark, quiet place, their bodies pressing against each other as they breathed heavily. Ivanna wanted to say something but was uncomfortable with their position.
"I..." she began, but his hands met her lips.
"Keep quiet, else you might attract them to us," he whispered into her ear, his breath fanning her cheek. He then gestured towards the direction of the men who were chasing them.
Ivanna nodded, her heart racing as she pressed herself closer to the mysterious man, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. She could hear the sounds of footsteps and hushed voices getting closer, and she held her breath, trying to stay as silent as possible.
As the footsteps faded into the distance, the mysterious man slowly removed his hand from Ivanna's lips. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with gratitude.
"Thank you for saving me," she whispered, her voice trembling.
He smiled softly and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "It's going to be okay now. We'll find a way out of here."
Ivanna felt a rush of relief, knowing that she was no longer alone in this frightening situation. His presence brought her a sense of security, and she found herself trusting him instinctively.
Ivana gasped for breath, her body leaning against his, the contours of his face and body strikingly captivating, his chiseled jawline and intense eyes revealing a depth of emotion.
"They're gone," the mysterious guy stated before releasing her from his grasp.
"I... I..." she stammered, but was abruptly interrupted by the onset of an asthmatic attack.
"Do you have asthma?" he inquired, concern evident in his eyes as she weakly nodded, struggling for air.
"Where's your inhaler?" he asked urgently.
"In... In... My... Bag," she managed to gasp out, prompting him to swiftly search her bag and retrieve her inhaler. As she began to inhale the medication, relief washed over her.
"Thank you," she murmured weakly once she had stabilized.
He remained silent.
"It's not safe here. Let's get out," he finally declared, striding purposefully toward the exit as she hurriedly followed.
"I'm running out of strength, I feel like I might faint any moment," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You can't afford to. Find your way home. I've done enough," he declared, turning to leave.
Ivana rushed in front of him.
"Plea... se," her plea was cut short as she collapsed in his arms.
"Goodness, what's happening?" he exclaimed in frustration, feeling a surge of frustration as he held her close.
...
Ivaana woke up, feeling slightly disoriented.
"Was wondering when you would finally wake up," came the husky voice from the left side of the bed. Ivaana turned her head in that direction and saw his face, which brought back memories of the previous night. She sat up on the small portable bed slowly and looked up at his handsome face. He was casually dressed in a dark blue shirt and jeans, and his tousled hair gave him a rugged, yet charming look.
"Would you stop staring and tell me where to drop you off?" he asked, bringing her back to reality.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized, feeling a pang of guilt for not paying attention.
"Where should I drop you off?" he asked, ignoring her apology.
"I have nowhere to go," Ivaana replied, her voice filled with uncertainty.
"What do you mean by that? I can't allow you to stay here, not even for a minute. You need to get going. I have helped you a lot," he said, standing up from the stool he had been sitting on.
"Please do see your way through the door," he said, but she ran towards him instead.
"Please, please help me. Don't chase me out. I promise to leave after a few days," Ivaana begged, desperation lacing her voice.
"I barely know you, and I don't want strangers in my house. Come to think of it, I'm a man. Aren't you afraid that I might as well harm you?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.
"I trust you, and I believe you would never do those things to me," Ivaana said.
"How are you sure of that? We just met a few hours ago," he questioned, his brow furrowing.
He sighed heavily, feeling conflicted. He had been running away from women, yet here he was with a woman.
"I know it's hard for you to trust me, but I have nowhere else to go," Ivaana pleaded, her eyes filled with sincerity.
He looked at her for a moment, contemplating her words. "Fine," he conceded, "but just for a few days. I can't have you staying here for long."
Ivaana's face lit up with relief as she thanked him profusely.
...
Ivanna finished taking her bath and dressed herself in a white silk robe, her wet hair wrapped in a towel. She entered the living room, where the man who saved her was busy operating his laptop. It seemed like he was preoccupied with something important, and she smiled as she approached him and took a seat next to him.
"Hi," she whispered into his ear, causing him to startle.