WantNovelChapter 1115 "Smash!" A thunderous bang jolted the room as the door was kicked wide open, sending Carrie's head snapping up in alarm.
Her eyes flew wide.
There, framed in the doorway, stood a pair of eyes she would recognize anywhere.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKristopher's eyes burned with a fierce, stormy rage, danger seething beneath the surface. Only when he caught sight of Carrie did that lethal glare soften, if only a fraction.
He lingered in the doorway, backlit so his face was cast in shadow, sharp angles and cold resolve lending him an air of icy menace.
Carrie froze, caught off guard, her mind momentarily blanking out the fact that she was still trapped in the kidnapper's grasp.
For a split second, Kristopher's presence felt like a hallucination. The evening outside had settled into darkness, and the faint halo behind him made him appear almost supernatural-like death stepping through the shadows. But tonight, death wasn't here for her. He had cto deliver retribution, a guardian god, and in Carrie's eyes, a savior.
The man holding Carrie sensed a shift in the air. Expecting Fraser or Lise to walk in, he looked up only to find a complete stranger blocking the exit. Something about the newcomer unsettled him deeply. He hadn't even moved, yet the chill in the air was unmistakable, triggering an urge to bolt.
Still, the man dug in his heels, reassuring himself. The guy looked like a spoiled rich kid, dressed head-to-toe in high-end labels-surely, he couldn't be a real threat.
The kidnapper squared his shoulders, forced his features into a menacing scowl, and said, "Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?" Kristopher said nothing. He simply advanced-one steady, measured step at a time.
Panic flared in the man's eyes. Dressed only in boxers and with his knife still lying uselessly on the bed, he searched the room in vain for anything that could be used as a weapon. With nothing to defend himself, his only choice was to clamp his arm tighter around Carrie's neck, inching backward in retreat. His voice rose, ragged with fear. "Fraser! Fraser! Where the hell are you?" Fresh chapters uploaded on galKristopher gave a mocking, icy laugh and flicked something onto the floor.
Startled, the man jerked his gaze downward—a chain, splattered with blood, landed at his feet. Recognition hit instantly. Fraser's chain. A chill ripped through him.
"What... what did you do to Fraser?" he stammered, his bravado crumbling. Fraser had always been the most ruthless—the one who kept everyone else brave. With him around, tormenting Carrie had felt safe. But if he'd known Kristopher would show up, he would never have crossed that line. Now, regret gnawed at him, sharper than any blade.
Carrie felt the tremor in his grip. She risked a glance at his pale face, then turned her gaze back to Kristopher. Even if his memory was missing, there was something in Kristopher's eyes-a silent message. A promise.
Was this her chance? Should she risk it all?
Trust surged through Carrie like a reflex, anchoring her to Kristopher in the chaps.
Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment, a silent vow sparking m between them. Without warning, she Dat head jerked her head upward, her skull connecting with the stranger's chin in a sharp crack.
The man staggered, pain glazing his eyes as he clutched his face. Carrie had thrown every ounce of her strength into the blow, leaving him reeling.
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