The attacked Sierra Summers had a blank mind, she hadn't reacted to what was happening yet. She just felt very disturbed by Quinn Wynn's hideous expression, fearing she might be haunted by nightmares for days and nights.
The knife was already in front of her.
The next moment.
Sierra Summers was pulled powerfully backward by a hand gripping her waist. Because her sweater was neither long nor short, during the pull, it moved up a few centimeters, exposing her indented, slim, and delicate waist.
An arm lay across her waist, the suit somewhat cool, and Sierra Summers sensitively leaned closer to that person's chest.
Because it was too sudden and she wasn't stable, her hands instinctively completely hugged the man in front of her.
One second.
Two seconds.
Protected very well, just baffled by Quinn Wynn's ugliness, Sierra Summers finally reacted to the situation now and even secretly moved her nose, deeply inhaling the man's scent.
It's Caleb Sterling.
Did he save me?
