Chapter 266 From Now On, He Is Mine
There were Charles' subordinates waiting below the ship to help out. Daphne would be fine. As for the folks on the boat, he'd deal with Michael and the others. He promised to keep her safe.
Daphne knew what was up the moment she spotted the yacht below. As she fell, she grabbed Charles with the hand holding the gun, pulling him down with her.
At the same time, her free hand whipped out a deck of cards, which she flung at Michael and the others.
It all happened in a flash, just a second or two.
Michael didn't see it coming. As Daphne and Charles fell, the cards she threw sliced his face.
Several armed men nearby got hit, too, and tumbled into the water.
The people on the yacht quickly pulled them out.
Just as Charles got on the ship and was about to help Daphne up, he saw Michael at the edge of the cliff aiming a gun at them.
More precisely, aiming at Daphne!
The bullet ripped through the air with a wave of heat.
Before Charles could think, he instinctively shielded Daphne. The bullet hit his back, and a red stain spread on his white shirt.
Fighting the pain, he pretended to be fine and pulled Daphne up.
Just as Michael was about to fire again, Daphne aimed her gun at him.
Before she could shoot, Michael's gun was knocked out of his hand.
A group of people in military uniforms surrounded him, led by Benjamin.
Seeing him, Daphne felt relieved.
She didn't stop the yacht. The cliffs made it impossible to get up, and Charles needed a hospital fast.
As for Michael, Benjamin could handle him.
When Michael saw Benjamin, he sighed. "Benjamin, long time no see."
"He's all yours," Benjamin said, not engaging. "Seal off this island. As long as the explosives aren't defused, no one gets close."
"Don't worry."
"I'm leaving." Benjamin didn't stick around.
He didn't know if Daphne was hurt, but Charles had been shot. If the wound wasn't treated soon, it could be fatal.
He wanted to call Daphne but remembered she didn't have any communication devices on her.
So he left to find them.
On the yacht, seeing the captives, Daphne focused on Charles. "Michael fired a shot. Are you hurt?"
"No." Charles' lips were pale. "The yacht was shaking; the bullet missed me."
Daphne sighed in relief.
Just as she was about to check, Charles bypassed her and said to the man driving the yacht, "Give me a jacket; I'm a bit cold."
The man immediately handed over his black jacket.
Charles, usually a clean freak, didn't hesitate to put it on, covering the bloodstain on his white shirt.
He asked for the jacket to keep Daphne from finding out.
Daphne didn't think much of it, her attention drawn to the man driving the yacht. She frowned slightly. "Brian?"
"You know me?" Brian had a scholarly face and a warm smile.
Daphne frowned slightly.
Brian Eugene had a powerful background; there was almost nothing he couldn't do. But getting his help always came with a price.
How did Charles know Brian?
"Did you make a deal with him?" Daphne asked Charles.
"Actually, I should thank you. If it weren't for you..." Brian started to say casually.
Before he could finish, Charles interrupted, "Just focus on driving the yacht."
Brian made a gesture of zipping his lips.
Their exchange made Daphne suspicious. "Did you make some kind of deal with him?"
Brian was passionate about studying psychiatry, but his research leaned towards theology.
His catchphrase: The end of science was theology.
"No." Charles lied, his deep eyes full of tenderness. "He owed me a favor, and this time he's repaying it. He feels he's at a loss and wants me to do him a small favor."
"You're not lying to me?" Daphne felt something was off.
Charles' thin lips curved gently. "No."
Hearing this, Daphne didn't press further.
Between them, it wasn't suitable to delve too much into each other's privacy.
"Thank you." Daphne thought about the final situation and expressed her gratitude. "I owe you a favor. If you need me to investigate something or set up a security system in the future, you can find me."
"You don't owe me. Michael was after me." Charles' breath was hot.
Daphne opened her mouth. Before she could speak, Charles called her, his voice tender, "Daphne."
"What is it?" Daphne was much gentler towards him.
Charles didn't speak; he just looked at her.
He looked at her fair, rosy cheeks, her sexy red lips, and those beautiful eyes that now only reflected his image.
If this was his last moment, it seemed pretty good.
Thinking this, a slight smile appeared on Charles' lips, and the pain in his back seemed to lessen.
"What's wrong?" Daphne saw he hadn't spoken.
"Nothing, I just wanted to call you." Charles was extremely gentle, his eyes full of her. "Since I did those awful things to you, we haven't had such a peaceful moment together."
Daphne pressed her lips together, not knowing how to respond. She wasn't a talkative person by nature.
Charles felt his life slipping away, his eyelids heavy, but he couldn't bear to close his eyes, afraid he wouldn't see her again.
Daphne saw his face was very pale. "You should rest. We can talk after your fever goes down."
"Okay." Charles' voice was hoarse.
Time passed bit by bit.
Ten minutes later, Brian docked the yacht.
He stood there and naturally addressed her, "Ms. Murphy, there's a car ready to take you back to Gedser. You should go quickly."
"Thank you," Daphne responded.
She then went to help Charles, intending to get him to the car and take him to the hospital to reduce his fever.
Just as she touched Charles, Brian blocked her. "From now on, he's mine. You don't need to worry, Ms. Murphy."
Daphne said, "He's got a fever."
Brian said, "I'll get him the best doctor."
Daphne confronted him.
Charles forced himself to stand. At this moment, he was glad he had a fever; otherwise, his pale face would have made Daphne suspicious.
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