Chapter 940 Lover Makes One Weak
The man's attention was briefly captured by her words, a flash of rage flickering in his eyes as he realized she had seen through him.
Now's the time!
Without hesitation, Lyra summoned all her strength and delivered a fierce kick to his most vulnerable spot.
"Ahhh—!"
The man let out a scream that sounded almost inhuman, instinctively clutching his attacked groin, releasing his grip on her hair.
Lyra regained her freedom, stumbling backward from the momentum and crashing into the cold wall. She didn't dare take a full breath, survival instincts kicking in as she grabbed the heavy medical file and a glass of water from the table, hurling them at the man with wild abandon.
"You bitch! How dare you—"
The sound of shattering glass and the man's furious curses blended into the chaotic backdrop of her escape.
She burst out of the examination room, only to collide with a solid, warm chest.
In the next moment, a pair of strong hands firmly gripped her shoulders.
Lyra's mind went blank, paralyzed by extreme fear, unable to look up and see who it was. She assumed it was the man's accomplice, her body bristling with terror as she struggled and screamed hoarsely, "Get away! Don't touch me!"
Without thinking, she tried to repeat her earlier move.
But this time, her knee was effortlessly blocked by a stronger hand, rendering her immobile.
Despair washed over her.
Then, a familiar, reassuring voice came from above, tense but unmistakable. "Lyra, it's me. What's going on? Who hurt you?"
It was Jeffery.
The realization hit her like a wave of warmth, instantly breaking through her tightly wound nerves.
The near-death experience of being pushed out the window, the humiliation of having her hair pulled, the relief of surviving—all these emotions flooded her at once.
Lyra threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his crisp-scented shirt, her suppressed sobs finally breaking free, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind.
Jeffery's tall frame stiffened instantly.
The trembling woman in his arms and her warm tears felt like a branding iron on his heart. The calm in his eyes was replaced by a storm, his gaze dark and unfathomable. He raised his hand, awkwardly but gently patting her back, using his body to shield her from all the chaos and danger behind.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here," he soothed, his broad shoulders the most solid refuge at that moment.
Wrapped in his presence, Lyra's frantic heartbeat gradually steadied.
She was about to lift her head and explain what had happened when a hateful roar sounded from behind.
"You bitch, I'll kill you!"
It was the man! He had struggled out of the examination room, a glint of steel in his hand!
"Watch out!" The surrounding medical staff screamed in terror, "He has a knife!"
Lyra's pupils contracted, feeling the world spin as a powerful force turned her around. In the next second, Jeffery had her securely behind him.
The knife, gleaming with menace, was aimed straight at Jeffery!
"No—!" Lyra's scream nearly broke.
The expected scene of blood splattering did not occur.
In a flash, Jeffery advanced instead of retreating, delivering a swift side kick to the man's wrist holding the knife. A sharp crack sounded, accompanied by the man's pained grunt, and the knife flew out of his hand, clattering to the ground.
Before the man could react, Jeffery was upon him, grabbing his dislocated wrist and twisting it, pinning him to the ground. He pressed a knee into the man's back, his other hand claw-like on the man's neck, his voice colder than ever, laced with a chilling threat:
"Move again, and I'll break you."
The voice was low but carried an undeniable, terrifying intent.
The man was so frightened by the killing intent that he froze, forgetting to struggle.
Even Lyra, protected behind Jeffery, could clearly feel the almost tangible aura of violence emanating from him.
She was stunned.
Jeffery, usually cool and reserved, with a touch of aloofness, was nothing like this. He now resembled a beast whose scales had been touched, exuding a dangerous and dark aura. How could a doctor, dedicated to saving lives, have such a strong killing intent?
Security and police finally arrived, bringing the situation under control.
Lyra stepped forward, worriedly tugging at Jeffery's sleeve.
He slowly turned his head, lifting his gaze to her.
In that moment, Lyra felt as if she had fallen into the eyes of a wild beast—cold, hollow, with a predator's cruel scrutiny, devoid of human emotion.
Her heart pounded, a chill running up her spine.
Sensing her fear, Jeffery's stormy gaze abruptly softened. He lowered his head, seemingly avoiding her eyes, and instinctively tried to brush her hand away.
"Jeffery!"
Lyra's heart skipped a beat, harder than when she was pushed off the building. Instead of letting go, she instinctively held on tighter.
She didn't know why, but a voice inside her screamed—don't let go, if you do, this person will disappear from your world.
Those cold eyes finally refocused because of her anxious call. The storm receded, returning to its usual depth. Jeffery didn't push her away again, instead handing the immobilized man over to the police, his tone calm and unwavering.
"Take him to the station. Attempted assault, carrying a controlled weapon, threatening medical staff, and damaging hospital property."
With the man taken away, the commotion finally settled.
Order returned to the hallway, but everyone's eyes, intentionally or not, drifted towards Lyra and Jeffery, who still held her wrist.
Mia approached, winking at Lyra. "Hey, spill the beans. When did you and our aloof Mr. Gray get this close?"
Lyra's mind was still a mess, and Mia's question made her realize that she had been in Jeffery's arms the whole time, even holding onto him.
In front of everyone!
Her face flushed red, spreading to her ears.
"I..." She wanted to explain, but found no words.
Mia, seeing her embarrassed and shy expression, was curious but noticed something red, changing her tone to feigned concern. "Oh no, Lyra, look! Mr. Gray's hand! Did he get hurt while disarming the knife? It's bleeding!"
Lyra looked down quickly, seeing a clear cut on Jeffery's hand, blood slowly dripping from his knuckles.
He was injured!
"Why didn't you say anything!" Her heart tightened, and she pulled him towards her office, "Come on, let me treat your wound!"
Jeffery didn't resist, letting her lead him.
The office was a mess, but Lyra ignored it, quickly finding disinfectant and bandages from the emergency kit.
She had him sit in a chair, then knelt in front of him, carefully cleaning the wound with a cotton swab.
The room was quiet, only the faint sound of the swab against skin. The evening sun streamed in, casting a warm golden glow over them.
Lyra kept her head down, focused, her long lashes casting shadows on her face.
Jeffery watched her silently, seeing her worry and care for him. The storm in his eyes had faded, replaced by a deep tenderness and an indescribable... vulnerability.
His empty heart felt filled by the warmth of the sunset.
"Lyra," he suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, "Aren't you curious?"
Lyra paused, looking up with clear, puzzled eyes. "Curious about what?"
'Curious about why I could so easily subdue someone, curious about the frightening aura I had, curious about who I really am.'
These thoughts swirled in Jeffery's mind, but looking into her untainted eyes, he simply smiled faintly, with a hint of bitterness.
"Nothing."
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