Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 945

The man in front of her had a sinister and ruthless expression, and his eyes were filled with dense killing intent.

Seeing this, Daphne Aldrich couldn't help but take a few steps back, clenching the bag in her hand tightly. "What the hell are you..."

Before she finished speaking, the man raised his hand and instantly grabbed her neck.

Daphne tried her best to push his hand away. She struggled with all her might and said in a weak voice, "Help...help!"

However, it was already midnight. There were no pedestrians on the street. In addition, the surrounding light was dim. Her cry for help had no effect at all.

Daphne gradually stopped struggling and slowly closed her eyes. Just as she felt that her brain was short of oxygen and was about to die here, there was the sound of a car braking behind her.

The man in front of her gave her an extremely unwilling look. Then, he withdrew his hand and forcefully threw her to the ground. Then, he turned around and strode away. Soon, his figure was submerged in the darkness.

Donald ran to Daphne's side and helped her up. Then, he looked in the direction that the man had left and frowned tightly. "Are you alright?"

Daphne coughed violently, her face flushed red. It took her a long time to catch her breath and she shook her head.

Donald grabbed her shoulder and helped her up. "I'll send you back."

As he spoke, he supported Daphne and opened the door to the co-pilot's seat.

After Daphne sat in the car, she held her neck and breathed heavily.

Donald went to the other side and sat in the driver's seat. He wrung a bottle of water and handed it to her.

Daphne took it and took a few sips. She coughed violently again.

Donald patted her back and pursed his lips before saying, "Did you see the face of that person clearly?"

Daphne held the water bottle and raised her arm to wipe the water stains on the corner of her mouth. It seemed that she had not recovered from the fear of almost dying just now. She said with a trembling voice, "I... I saw it, but I can't describe it..."

"It's okay. I'll send you back first and have a good rest."

On the way, Daphne leaned against the window all the time. Her eyes were closed and her eyelashes were wet.

It seemed that she was really frightened.

Seeing this, Donald slowed down the car a lot.

When they arrived at Daphne's house, Donald slowly said, "We're here."

Daphne opened her eyes, sniffed, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Shawn."

After that, she opened the car door and went out. As her feet just stepped on the ground, she stumbled. Fortunately, she quickly held the car door and did not fall down.

Donald unfastened the seat belt and walked over to support her. "I'll send you up."

Daphne nodded and said, "Thank you."

After getting out of the lift, Daphne took out her key to open the door.

However, her hands were shaking so much that they could not even reach the door.

Donald held her hand, took the key, and opened the door easily. "Let's go in."

Daphne looked at him and was stunned for a moment. It was only when Donald's voice sounded that she came back to her senses and quickly withdrew her gaze.

After entering the living room, Donald placed her on the sofa and found the water dispenser to get her a cup of hot water.

Daphne held the cup with both hands and her eyelashes were half-hanging. She quietly drank the water.

Donald pulled up his pants and sat on the single sofa by her side. "Do you want to find a friend to accompany you tonight?"

Daphne put down the cup, shook her head, took a deep breath, and smiled. "It's okay. Thank you, Mr. Shawn. I'll be fine after a short nap."

"You're welcome. If I had sent you home directly, these things wouldn't have happened."

Hearing him begin to blame himself, Daphne couldn't help but open her eyes wide and wave her hand. "No, no, if not for Mr. Shawn, I might have... I really thanked you tonight."

"You're welcome. As long as you're fine." Donald took out his phone, took out a photo, and placed it in front of Daphne. "Is this the person who attacked you?"

Daphne carefully identified it. Although the light was very dark, she could never forget the man's vicious eyes.

It was him.

"It's him."

Donald's expression turned serious as he took his phone back. "This person is Justin's subordinate."

As soon as he said this, Daphne understood the reason.

It should be related to the fact that she had been following and reporting on New Coast's project.

She frowned and said, "But isn't Justin already dead? Why is his subordinate..."

Donald said, "This person is Justin's most capable subordinate. He is ruthless. We have been looking for his whereabouts."

After a pause, he continued, "Why don't you stop reporting this for now? It's quite dangerous." Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Daphne pursed her lips and her gaze was firm. "My original intention as a reporter was to reveal the truth. Even if I don't report it, there will be other reporters reporting it. If we all submit because of fear, over time, no one will dare to reveal the truth."

Donald was a little surprised when he heard this. He raised his eyebrows slightly, probably not expecting her to say this.

After two seconds, Daphne looked at him again and said, "Mr. Shawn, you don't have to worry about me. I will pay more attention in the future. Besides, Justin and his subordinates are all being wanted by the police. He will definitely not dare to come to me again."

"Since you say so, I won't persuade you. If there is anything, you can call me."

With that, Donald handed the phone to Daphne again. "Save your number."

Daphne was stunned. She slowly took the phone and entered her number.

Donald took it back and dialed her number. "This is mine."

Daphne took out her vibrating phone and glanced at it.

Donald got up and said, "Then I will go first. Remember to lock the doors and windows when you go to bed."

"Mr. Shawn..."

Donald turned around. "Is there anything else?"

Daphne pointed at the wound on his forehead that was about to form scabs. "Let me disinfect you. Don't get infected."

Donald raised his eyebrows and sat down again. "Okay."

Daphne took out a medical box from under the coffee table, found an iodine and cotton swab, stood in front of him, and cleaned the wound.

Her breathing and movements were very light as if she was afraid of hurting him. Like a feather, she swept it over his eyebrows.

Donald licked his lips without a trace and looked away.

Soon, Daphne pasted the Band-aid on his wound. "It's done."

Donald coughed and stood up. "Then I'm leaving. Goodbye."

Daphne sent him to the door. When Donald went out, she could not help but say again, "Mr. Shawn."

Donald turned around.

Daphne smiled and said to him, "Thank you for saving me again."

Donald was stunned. Again?