Marriage Resumption (Valeria and Hackett)

"Casimir, wait for me! My nose hurts, and it's bleeding!" the other man held his nose and cried.

Casimir, annoyed by the man clutching at his pants leg on the ground, kicked him away impatiently. "Get lost! It's all your fault! You let her escape! Just wait until I get back. I'll deal with you!" Valeria sprinted out of the shabby motel, leaving the bewildered landlady at the front desk. She had never seen this woman enter her establishment; how had she suddenly come running out? "Miss, you..."

The landlady wanted to ask more questions, but Valeria didn't look back and exited the motel without a word. She occasionally glanced over her shoulder, afraid of being caught. The man's rude voice echoed behind her, "Stop! Come back! Come back!"

Valeria looked panicked, still wearing her high heels. She took them off and continued barefoot, occasionally crying out in pain as she stepped on a sharp pebble.

The next second, she couldn't move any further. She cried out, "Ah!"

Valeria couldn't walk anymore, so she leaned against the wall, slowly inching forward. But the man behind her was closing in quickly.

Thinking fast, she ducked into a nearby alley and watched as the man sprinted past her like the wind.

Once she was certain that the man had gone far enough, Valeria breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and left the alley.

Now, what was she going to do?

She didn't have a phone, no cash to make a call for help, and no way to hail a cab.

Her injured foot made walking difficult.

Moreover, she was in an unfamiliar neighborhood. It was worse than the slum where she grew up. Everyone she passed looked like a criminal.

Valeria clutched her shoulders instinctively, trying to come up with a plan to escape this place.

She had to keep walking along this road, hoping to eventually reach a familiar area.

She had no idea how long she had been walking. Her feet were nearly numb, and her injured foot throbbed with pain.

Valeria sat on a bench by the roadside, hoping to take a break. She spotted a small supermarket and thought of going inside to borrow a phone. However, she couldn't remember Hackett's phone number.

At the same time, Tyler was searching all over for the guest who had left the hotel with a suitcase tonight, while Hackett aimlessly roamed the streets in his car.

Hackett was restless, not knowing what had been going on with Valeria. Although he predicted that the people who had taken Valeria wouldn't harm her, there was always a chance.

Every moment Valeria didn't return had the potential for danger. Hackett's mind was racing, thinking of all the possible risks.

Hackett had regretted countless times for getting involved with this woman. If only he had stayed with Valeria today. 09:02 Tue, Nov 26

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Just when Hackett's emotions were spiraling out of control, he spotted a familiar figure up ahead, sitting alone on a bench by the street, looking helpless.

There was a momentary glimmer of hope in Hackett's pitch-black eyes. He immediately pulled the car to the side of the road and got out, walking towards her. Valeria was sitting on the bench, her head hung low, exhausted, and her feet were throbbing with pain. Would she have to keep walking like this tonight? Valeria scanned the surroundings, searching for any familiar buildings or trying to recall Hackett's phone number, hoping to remember it.

Suddenly, a pair of polished leather shoes appeared in Valeria's line of sight.

In the depths of her despair, her eyes lit up, and she slowly raised her head to see Hackett's incredibly handsome face.

"Hackett, is that you? Am I dreaming?"

Valeria's voice was weak, and she felt like she might be in a dream.

Hackett looked at Valeria's disheveled appearance and her bleeding foot, furrowing his brow in displeasure. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her. "You're not dreaming. It's me. I'll take you home." He would take her home?

This sentence instantly filled Valeria, who had been terrified all night, with a sense of security, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

It was the first time she had willingly wanted to throw herself into Hackett's arms and hold onto his tall figure since returning to her home country.

That's what Valeria thought, and that's what she did without hesitation.

Without hesitation, Valeria got up and hugged Hackett's body, burying her small face in his chest.

Hackett was momentarily stunned but quickly embraced her fragile form. She was trembling, whether from the cold or fear, he couldn't tell.

"It's okay. I'm here. I'll take you home."

The next second, the man picked her up by the waist in public and walked towards the car parked by the roadside.

Although it was already midnight, and there were few pedestrians on the street, a few young people who happened to pass by cheered when they saw this scene.

But Hackett paid them no attention, placing her in the passenger seat and carefully fastening her seatbelt. Then Hackett closed the car door, circled around the vehicle, and took the driver's seat. Hackett first took her to the hospital to treat her wounds and then drove her back to the seaside villa.

Hackett carried Valeria into the villa and gently placed her on the couch.

Then, Hackett called Clayton to report that everything was fine.

"Mr. Maddox, We have found Valeria. She's okay, just a bit scared. I'll be with her tonight."

"That's good. She's finally been found. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to sleep tonight. She must have been terrified. Comfort her well, and bring her to our house tomorrow." 09:02 Tue, Nov 26

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After hanging up the phone, Hackett sat on the couch, looking a Valeria, who still had a gloomy expression. "Do you want to talk? If you don't want to, you can just go to sleep. We can discuss this later when you wake up."

As soon as Hackett finished speaking, Valeria's stomach made a rumbling sound. She felt a bit embarrassed as she said, "Could you make me some food? I'm a bit hungry, it's been a long time since I ate." "Alright, wait for me."

Hackett got up and went straight to the kitchen, his heart filled with anger at the thought of Valeria's current wretched state, wishing he could track down and punish those who had taken her.

Valeria leaned back on the couch, gradually calming her mood while listening to the sound of the ocean waves outside.

On the other side, in a small hotel.

Casimir searched high and low but found nothing. He returned to the motel in a rage, seeing his foolish subordinate, and his anger surged.

"You useless idiot! It's all your fault! You let her escape. What are we going to use for ransom now?"

"Sorry, Casimir. She deceived me."

"Shut up! It's all your fault!"

"What should we do now?"

"What else can we do? We have to run! If we get caught, both you and I are done for! The problem is, that woman saw both our faces. She's bound to call the police! We can't stay here. We need to run!" Casimir began packing up, getting ready to flee.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.