Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 465

The instant I heard the gunshot, my heart skipped a beat, and my legs instinctively felt weak.

A bullet tore through the man's right arm, the one holding the gun. Standing so close, I couldn't avoid the blood that splattered onto my face.

The man clearly hadn't expected Jeffrey to shoot so decisively.

His hand lost control, and the gun slipped from his grip. His focus was entirely on Jeffrey now, leaving no room to keep his fight with me.

When it came to close combat, I was no match for him. Seeing his massive fist, nearly the size of my face, hurtling toward me, one thought flashed through my mind: Am I about to end up with a face like Garfield's?

When someone who had crawled out of a pile of corpses charged at you, that's when you truly realized that the self-defense classes you had taken for a few days were as fragile as tissue—utterly useless.

However, a tall figure rushed in like a storm, grabbing the man's arm and executing a flawless over-the-shoulder throw, slamming him hard onto the ground. Without hesitation, he raised his fist and began pounding the man fiercely.

My eyes lit up. "Damian, you never disappoint."

Damian pinned the man to the ground with his knee pressed against his chest, punching him hard.

Each strike that landed was like pounding on a sandbag, and the rhythm was steady.

Carter pulled me into his arms, his thumb gently brushing against my cheek. "Scared?"

I nodded. "A little."

To be precise, I was more furious than scared. It was obvious this was a setup to lure the enemy into a trap, yet no one bothered to fill me in on the plan for such a crucial moment.

Jeffrey didn't go for the man's heart. He clearly wanted him alive for interrogation.

Meanwhile, Damian and Carter appeared just when they were needed, and here I was, left alone, foolishly trying to take on something I had no chance of stopping.

Carter calmly wiped the blood from his fingertips with a wet wipe. When he turned and saw the cold expression on my face, he immediately understood. "Sorry, I didn't expect you to come to the Boltons. I thought you'd still be with Grandma for a while."

His explanation made me more annoyed, but I couldn't stay mad for long.

"Fine, I forgive you."

How could I really be mad at him?

He reached up and gently ruffled my hair. "My Chloe is amazing. She spotted something was off with the guy right away."

I shot him an annoyed glance. "Are you praising a kid?"

Carter pinched my cheek. "Yep, you're a good kid."

While Damian was going all out, landing blow after blow, Carter was flirting with me.

Hugo was serving Jeffrey a glass of water, and the two of them just stood off to the side, watching the show.

Once Damian had the man completely incapacitated, he picked up the fruit knife I had dropped earlier, put the man's hands together, and stabbed them through with the knife, skewering them like a kebab.

I couldn't help but admire Damian's efficiency and decisiveness.

At the same time, I started to feel like I was becoming just as cold-blooded—watching the brutal scene, yet still remaining calm enough to comment on it.