My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 763

Chapter 763 Do Not Touch Her

As the man pounced on her, Genevieve slammed onto the ground. Excruciating pain shot up her right arm.

The man tore at her clothes while sniggering away.

Hans' gang was evil. They promised a safe return after receiving the ransom, but everything else wasn't guaranteed.

Right then, Genevieve also recalled that the kidnapped daughter of the wealthy businessman had been violated during captivity.

Alas, the wealthy businessman could only swallow the humiliation. If he were to pursue the matter, his daughter might be targeted by the kidnappers again.

Not only were Genevieve's hands bound tightly, but her right arm was also dislocated. Therefore, she couldn't struggle at all.

At the sight of that scene, Harry promptly charged over, wanting to use his body to knock the man away. However, he wasn't the latter's match at all. With a single blow, the man sent him flying far away.

Seizing that opportunity, Genevieve watched for her chance. She snapped her head up and bit the man's ear hard.

The man wailed in pain. Forcefully yanking her away, he slapped her across the face. Then, he seized her neck ruthlessly with a hand while jerking at her jeans with the other.

“Don't touch her!” Harry roared. He scrambled up from the ground and rushed at the man once more.

Noticing that he resembled a furious little beast, the man cursed. He dropped his hold on Genevieve and swung his fist at Harry's face.

After Harry had been pummeled for a while, a burst of violence abruptly exploded from within him. His hands broke free from the loosened ropes, and he punched the man in the face. Pinning the latter to the ground, he rained blows on him.

“Didn't I tell you not to touch her? Yet, you didn't listen!”

With every hit at the man, the violence emanating from Harry intensified. His eyes were scarlet like those of a vampire's.

Even the man, who lived on the edge every day, grew terrified. Fear showed in his eyes.

His eyelashes quivering, Harry buried his head in her shoulder.

Genevieve knew that his nerves had been stretched taut from being kidnapped and locked in the small shed. Now that he thought he had accidentally killed someone, his psychological barrier was close to collapsing.

Ultimately, he was a child who had just reached adulthood.

After wriggling out of the rope, she used her uninjured left hand to stroke the back of his neck and comforted him softly.

At that precise moment, the faint sounds of a fight drifted in from outside.

In no time, the unlocked iron door was pushed open, and a man strode in. Only after seeing that Genevieve was fine did the murderous intent and urgency in his eyes gradually recede.

Meeting his gaze, Genevieve recognized him at once. “I'm fine. It's just that my right hand seems to have been broken.”