Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 371

"Yandel Soan!"

"Second young master!"

Xylean and Yale screamed at the same time.

Kicking Sean away, Yale crushed Sean's hand with the sole of his leather shoe. It made a cracking sound.

With his neck turning red, Sean cried agonizingly, "Ah!!"

Xylean asked nervously, "Yandel, are you alright?"

The man caught her little hand moving across his body and pressed her against his chest. With his chin resting on her head, he said, "I'm fine."

Tightly hugging the person in his arms, his pounding heartbeat finally slowed down.

When he knew that she was being harassed by Sean, he had rushed to the pub in a hurry, his brain in such a mess that he could not think straight.

Xylean was his weakest link. His world would collapse if anyone perturbed him using Xylean.

Yandel slowly released the breath he had been holding. His previously jangled nerves had finally relaxed in this comforting hug.

He could not even feel the pain from the needle behind him. He felt extremely relieved and content with the unharmed Xylean tightly embraced in his arms.

"Yandel, you cannot stay like this. You must go to the hospital. Yandel?"

Xylean wanted to break free from him, but the man's embrace was like an impregnable fortress that she could not release herself from. Her face was pressed firmly in his arms, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Sean, who was subdued to the ground, still tried to struggle despite his failure. Frowning, Yale condemned him. "You better stay still!"

Looking at Yandel, Yale asked, "Second young master, how should we deal with this fella?"

"Send him to the police station."

As soon as he heard the words 'police station', Sean's emotions were stirred up. Hurriedly, he begged for mercy. "Brother! Please don't send me to the police station! They'll definitely send me to a drug rehabilitation center! People can die in those kinds of places! Brother, I'm begging you... I won’t lay a hand on Xylean anymore. Please... Don't send me to the police station!"

Yandel's black eyes looked cruel and cold, his icy voice sounding emotionless. "When you had the intention of putting your hands on Xylean, you were already damned to hell. Sending you to the police station means I took your connections to the Soan family member into account and decided to spare your cheap life."

Yale carried Sean, who was lying on the floor in a sickly manner. "Go! If you don't walk, I'll punch you!"

Yale escorted Sean to leave the private room, and it became silent again.

Yandel held Xylean while sitting on the messy, dirty ground. The sounds of partying outside helped to isolate them from everyone else, and Yandel enjoyed this peaceful moment after the chaos.

Sensing his anxiousness, Xylean could no longer call his name or push him away. Instead, tears suddenly spilled from her eyes while she was in his arms.

"Why did you arrive so late?" she complained while sobbing loudly.

Lowering his head, Yandel kissed her cold ear and apologized with his hoarse, deep voice. "Sorry I was late. I won't be next time."

Hearing his sincere, soft apology, Xylean's tears could not help but escape uncontrollably.

When she was bullied by Sean, she did not cry and calmly dealt with him.

She also did not cry when she was fighting with him. In fact, she ruthlessly bit Sean's hand like a fierce dog that no one could mess with.

However, when she was treated gently by Yandel at this moment, her eyes became tearful.

Maybe she was just starting to feel the grievance, or the fear had started to creep in after realizing what she had just experienced. Perhaps it was none of these reasons, but she felt very depressed that Yandel, who was such a good person, was not meant to be with her.

Tears spilled on Yandel's chest and damped his shirt.

Closing his eyes, Yandel sighed and said, "Leannie, please stop crying. There won't be a next time. No one can bully you."

That included himself.

After a long while, Xylean was choked with sobs and asked, "If Sean was holding a gun just now, would you still help me block it?"

"I would,” he answered firmly without hesitation.

Xylean's heart trembled. "Please don't be so kind to me. I can't bear to..."

She could not bear to want to accept and be together with him, regardless of everything that had happened.

"I'm very afraid that Johnny blames me. I'm also afraid that my parents don't want me..."

Even though her parents had already driven her away from home, she still hoped that they would forgive her.

Yandel lowered his face and kissed her temples with his thin lips. "If you choose to abandon me because of the others, I'll fulfill your wishes. Xylean, I would never take offense if you chose to raise the white flag because I've already made mental preparation to fight this battle alone. Just...let me keep watching you... That's enough."

He would guard her forever.

Xylean tightly grasped the collar of his coat with both hands until her knuckles went pale.

Yandel was good while Xylean was evil.

Xylean wanted to have so much for herself. Not only did she want Yandel all for herself, she also wanted him to give her the family love he could not provide.

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On the way to the hospital, Yandel could see hallucinations and blurry double images from his eyes.