After that, Wesley hung up the phone. He saw Jay and the others driving over in the rearview mirror. It seemed that they were going to help him force a path for him.

"Brother Wesley, wait a minute!" As expected, Jay's voice was heard on the walkie-talkie. "We'll get rid of those bastards and clear the way immediately!"

Wesley picked up the walkie-talkie and said slowly, "No, you can go back."

Jay was stunned and asked, "Why?"

Wesley didn't answer. He turned off the walkie-talkie and looked at the road ahead-

He couldn't see anything. Yuna and Rowdy's car had long disappeared from his sight.

There were only a few street lamps left on the long road, which cast beams of dim yellow light and barely lit up the night.

Wesley stared at the last beam of light he was able to see. He finally turned the car around and returned to the villa after a long time passed.

He was wrong.

Even after treating Yuna well, telling her over and over that she belonged to him, the one who occupied Yuna's heart had always been Rowdy.

He had always been just a target for her mission. The person who had the deepest understanding with her was Rowdy.

No matter what Yuna had told him or done, she just wanted to complete her mission smoothly.

It was ridiculous, to have taken it seriously. He even wanted to get her back after she finished her mission and gone back to Rowdy.

Yuna had never thought of staying with him. How could he get her back?

They were supposed to be against each other, instead of being in harmony with each other every day and night.

The servant had been awakened by the noise just then. When she woke up, she had heard word that Yuna had seemed to be uncomfortable. While she wondered if she could help, she saw Wesley going back.

She almost subconsciously went up to him and said, "Mr. Mu..."

She wanted to ask about Yuna, only to find that Wesley returned alone.

Wesley's face was frighteningly cold; his dark eyes seemed to contain two beasts that were ready to attack, which made people feel the need to keep some distance from him.

The servant didn't dare to ask anything in the end. She stepped back silently and watched Wesley go upstairs, step by step.

Wesley left in a hurry with Yuna in his arms. He didn't even have time to close the door; the clothes and supplies left by Yuna came into view as soon as he returned to the door.

Those things which still had her scent, it was a reminder that Yuna had really been there.

While in a trance, he felt that there were traces of Yuna everywhere in the room and the house.

Wesley abruptly stopped at the door of the room. After a while, he turned around and left without hesitation.

"Brother Wesley," seeing Wesley go out, Jay ran over and asked worriedly, "It's so late. Where are you going?"

Wesley didn't say anything and went straight to the garage. Jay followed him and kept a certain distance from him.

After getting in the car, Wesley stepped hard on the accelerator, and the car sped away from the villa. Not even a good driver like Jay would have caught up with him.

Without guessing, Jay knew that Wesley had been influenced by Yuna.

However, even if he escaped from that place, would his memories related to Yuna be expelled from his mind?

Wesley-who was so powerful and was feared by everyone in Glasgow-was actually trying to escape from the memories related to a woman. It was an unheard-of story to be told.

Jay was very curious about what kind of feelings Yuna had for Wesley.

When they were in Mexico, they could feel that Yuna liked Wesley. Now that she had finally returned to Wesley, why did she have to try her hardest to leave?

Only Yuna knew the answer to that question, which had completely baffled Jay.

She wanted to avenge her grandmother and help Brian bring down Rowdy who was a devil. She could only go back to be with Rowdy.

Compared with Wesley, Rowdy trusted her completely. She would perfectly be able to work undercover.

After Rowdy's car drove away for a while, there was a lonely road trailing behind them.

Yuna was finally sure that Rowdy had shaken Wesley off, or that Wesley had not even tried to chase after them.

She should have felt relieved.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not pretend to be happy, at all.

She recalled Wesley's figure as he stood under the street lamp again and again-his stiff body, his disappointed look, the deep pain in his eyes... They kept appearing in her mind.

Did she really make Wesley so sad by insisting on running away?

Why?

"Because Wesley likes me?"

Yuna immediately denied it.

She had lied to Wesley, betraying him in the end. Wesley couldn't wait to kill her in the most ruthless manner. How could he like her?

He was Wesley, the most powerful and terrifying man in Glasgow. He was neither a psychotic nor a masochist. How could he like her?

Realizing this, Yuna found something even worse-she seemed to be even more unhappy.

Rowdy kept paying attention to the road, checking whether Wesley had caught up with them or not. For a moment, he didn't notice Yuna's abnormal behavior. He just asked, "Were you hurt just now?"

Yuna looked down at herself, only to find that Wesley had helped her put on his clothes in a hurry. The clothes were imbued with his smell. As soon as she lowered her head, his unique smell would clearly seep into her nostrils.

However, she could no longer go back.

Yuna held her clothes tightly. She had an impulse to cry for some reason.

Rowdy thought that she was seriously injured, so he asked worriedly, "Where did you get hurt?"

Only then did Yuna come to her senses. She shook her head and said, "It's not a big deal. There are just some scratches on my hands and knees."

Speaking of this, Yuna suddenly remembered when she had been in Wesley's car.

If Wesley had not stepped on the brakes to slowed the car, she would have at least broken some bones.

She had been ready to get hurt before she jumped out of the car, but she wasn't worried since she had Rowdy's cooperation.

Wesley had clearly noticed her intention when she placed her hand on the door handle. Why did he still decide to stop?

Shouldn't he have locked the car door to stop her from escaping?

By the way, why did Wesley forget to lock the door while driving?

Previously, whether he took her back from the hospital or drove her to the hospital to see Wendy, Wesley would never forget to lock the car, avoiding any opportunities for her to escape.

Looking back even further, Yuna found the weirdest thing-if she had been able to notice that Rowdy's men were following them when she felt at ease, why did Wesley who was driving didn't notice and simply rushed to the hospital recklessly?

Yuna could guess the answers according to all those abnormalities.

Every answer denied the possibility that Wesley didn't like her, which made her feel ecstatic.

However, she wasn't sure. She didn't dare to show any joy.

She would lose all her face if the answer was not as she had thought.

But what if it was true?

"Is it really not serious?" Rowdy asked with concern.

"Yeah." Yuna couldn't help smiling. "Let's go back first. I'm afraid that Wesley will still try to catch up with us. I would rather die than be caught by him at this point."

Well, her sentence was said contrary to her wishes.

She was willing to go back, and she wanted to ask Wesley for an answer in person.

But it was not the right time. The first thing was to kill Rowdy.

Rowdy reached out and gently held Yuna's hand. He promised, "Yuna, I promise that Wesley will no longer have the chance to hurt you in the future."

Yuna resisted the urge to reject him from the bottom of her heart, and forced herself to accept Rowdy's touch. She replied with an "okay" and gave him a smile.

Back at the old house of the Kent family, Rowdy asked someone to bring a first-aid kit. He opened it and asked Yuna, "Where are your injuries?"

Yuna rolled up her sleeves, revealing her bleeding right arm.

Rowdy frowned with distress and said, "Hold on. I'll help you deal with this."

She was stunned and remembered that Wesley had said to her just then,"Hold on. I'll take you to the hospital.

She was in Wesley's arms at that time. Perhaps his heart was beating fast and his tone was uneasy because he was too nervous, but he still tried his best to comfort her.

No wonder she suddenly felt very much at ease at that time, even while feeling that much pain.

She had just found out that Wesley actually cared about her. Wasn't that so?

She suddenly felt there was a glimmer of hope in the future.

Rowdy discovered Yuna was absent-minded by then. He thought for a moment and asked, "Yuna, it's so late. Why did Wesley take you out?"

Yuna came to her senses, quickly sorted out her thoughts, and said casually, "I was pretending to be sick."

"Was Wesley taking you to the hospital?" asked Rowdy.

"I'm sick. Of course he has to take me to the hospital," Yuna said, "He doesn't want me to die so soon. Besides, if anything happens to me, he won't be able to explain it to Joanne."

Joanne had always been very concerned about her well-being.

Yuna's words had no loopholes.

Rowdy calmly dealt with the wound on Yuna's hand and motioned for her to stretch out her feet. Only then did he find that the clothes she was wearing didn't fit her. It was obvious that they belonged to Wesley.

Rowdy instantly wore a cold look in his eyes.

Yuna said lightly, "I've been locked in Wesley's house for too many days. I don't have any clothes, so I can only wear this."

Rowdy's face darkened. "Change them!"

Yuna looked as if she didn't care. "Let's first deal with my wounds. It would be too troublesome to run up and come down again."

After that, Rowdy's face darkened almost all the way.

Finally, after he managed to deal with the bruises on Yuna's knees. He stared at her and asked, "Did Wesley do anything to you?"

"..." Yuna didn't answer.

Rowdy realized something, and his look became more and more violent. He inadvertently saw a red mark on Yuna's neck. He pulled her collar down and saw small marks on her collarbone.

He immediately knew who had left these marks without needing to think further.

Rowdy suddenly clenched his fist, and the power was so strong he could almost break his knuckles.

"What else did Wesley do to you?"

Rowdy's voice seemed to come from hell. It was cold and horrible, exuding a frightening aura.

Yuna said in a self-deprecating tone, "In addition to that kind of thing, what else could he do to me?"

"Bang-"

Rowdy pounded the first-aid kit with his fist. The bottles, cans and all kinds of medical products were instantly broken into pieces, and his knuckles were also broken.

Yuna said calmly, "You should have thought of this possibility when you sent me to work undercover around Wesley. Do you regret it?"