Chapter 168 It's Him
Just as Susan closed her eyes, accepting her fate, a loud, angry voice echoed from outside the alley.
"Stop it!"
Patrick and Christopher froze and turned to see who was coming. Susan opened her eyes and saw a tall figure in a leather jacket walking toward them. He looked strong and intimidating.
Even though she didn't know him, Susan felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe she could be saved. She quickly pulled up her pants and sweater, hugging herself tightly. She was shivering from both the cold and fear.
The man stopped less than ten feet away. Susan couldn't see his face clearly but felt a strange familiarity.
Patrick sneered, "Buddy, don't mess with our fun. If you want a turn, wait till we're done."
Susan gasped in shock, her eyes darting around. The alley was a dead end; there was no escape. She had hoped for rescue, but now she feared even worse.
Christopher added, "She's young and pretty. You can even take her home if you want."
Patrick and Christopher laughed. The man clenched his fists so tightly Susan could almost hear it.
He stepped forward, shouting, "You're asking for it!"
His fist landed on Patrick and Christopher's faces. They fought back, but it was clear they were no match for him. Within moments, they were on the ground.
Susan, unsure if the person who suddenly appeared was good or bad, still hoped he would defeat Patrick and Christopher. At least he looked decent and hadn't said anything disgusting.
She mocked herself for thinking that. Even in this situation, she was hoping for a handsome rescuer? She smiled bitterly.
Seeing they were outmatched, Patrick and Christopher pointed at the man and said, "Just you wait, we'll get you next time. Let's go!"
They scrambled away. The man turned and walked over to Susan, who was sitting on the ground, hugging herself and looking terrified.
"Are you okay?" George's voice was gentle and concerned.
Hearing the familiar voice, Susan squinted to see his face in the dark.
"Why is it you?" she asked in surprise.
At that moment, Susan's heart finally settled. George wouldn't harm her; she felt safe now. Relief and excitement filled her.
Seeing her disheveled state, George frowned, then picked up her coat from the ground. He helped her up and draped it over her shivering body.
Susan, still terrified, let George do as he pleased. Her legs felt weak, and she couldn't stand. She was grateful but too shaken to walk.
George, noticing her fear, held her shoulders and asked, "Are you okay?"
Susan couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.
George pulled her into his arms, letting her cry it out. She never expected George to show up at such a critical moment. If those two had humiliated her, she didn't know how she'd cope.
Though usually strong, she was still a woman, scared and vulnerable in such a situation. She realized she wasn't as tough as she thought; she needed protection.
Even though she knew George's embrace wasn't hers to keep, she allowed herself this moment, leaning into him, unable to stop trembling.
George looked at her, full of heartache and concern. He held her tightly, trying to give her warmth and strength.
After a while, Susan's tears stopped, and she wasn't as cold and trembling as before.
Seeing her calm down, George gently said, "It's okay now."
Susan realized her earlier loss of composure. She stepped back from George's embrace, still sobbing.
"Okay," she nodded.
George put his arm around her shoulders and suggested, "Let me take you back."
She nodded and followed George. She was too tired and scared to face any more danger.
George drove her to a relatively upscale hotel in town. It was just a three-star place, but the best in this small town.
He booked a luxury suite and, once inside, gently pushed her toward the bathroom. "Take a hot bath; you'll feel better."
"Okay," Susan nodded. She needed a hot bath to relieve her tension.
She took off her torn clothes, filled the bathtub with hot water, and soaked in it.
The hot water quickly surrounded her, and she finally felt warm. The heat spread from her feet to her head, and she closed her eyes, recalling the recent events. She felt lucky to have been saved.
Misfortune and fortune were intertwined. Would good luck follow? She could only hope.
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