Chapter 64 I Say You Run

• Xavier quickly jumped out of his car, his heart racing with a mix of urgency and anxiety as he hurried to his bedroom, each step quickening his pulse. Upon entering his bedroom, his gaze was instantly drawn to the woman sprawled on his bed—the sheets pooling around her like gentle waves. She lay there, naked, her hair cascading across the pillow.
• Dried bloodstain marred her shoulder where he had marked, while her wrists bore the vivid trace of a bluish-purple bruise, a testament to her desperate attempts to escape the cruel grip of the handcuffs that bit into her skin when she attempted to break free. The crumpled sheets around her indicated the fierce struggle she endured from trying to release herself.
• He approached the bed with a heavy heart, climbing it to check her pulse, seeing how her body was still and unresponsive. A wave of relief washed over him when he felt her weak but steady breathing. He unclasped the cold metal of the handcuffs from her wrists. Gently, he lifted her, cradling her fragile form in his arms. Just then, a firm knock echoed through the room, breaking the tense silence.