The footsteps closed in rapidly; Ann Vaughn was desperate, taking a man by the neck and forcefully pulling him down, bringing her head near his!
Remaining alert to his surroundings, Sutton Jennings’ eyes were cold and calculating, even considering pushing the woman before him out to find an opportunity to escape.
His hand reached for the hard object at his back waist, ready to attack.
Compared to life or death, the life of others was truly insignificant in his eyes.
But this thought was instantly shattered by the woman’s bold and alarming action.
The men reached the alley and immediately saw the couple clinging to each other, kissing passionately by the electric pole, clicked their tongues in disapproval.
"Tsk, damn, these couples love to seek thrills, finding such places for romance!"
"Alright, alright, hurry and search, let’s see what’s up with their kissing?"
"What if the man is Sutton Jennings?"
Upon hearing this, Sutton Jennings’ breath subtly tightened, glancing at the woman inches away, a trace of annoyance flashed in his peach blossom eyes.
He had never found himself in such a passive situation before.
Cloud Ann Ann, with her face nose-to-nose with his, felt uncomfortable; fearing discovery by the men, she had to pull him down a bit more, using hair and angles to cover up.
Sutton Jennings seemed to notice and curved his large hand around her waist, to prevent her from collapsing and exposing them due to lack of strength.
"Who doesn’t know that Sutton Jennings from Yan Gate is like a monk, never having a woman around him, how could he be here, kissing a woman this tight?"
"Cut the crap, all of you go find the person!"
The group whistled as they quickly passed behind Ann Vaughn, leaving the alley.
Ann Vaughn heaved a huge sigh of relief, releasing Sutton Jennings, stepping back several paces while glaring at him.
She nearly got killed because of this man, that group of people didn’t sound like good folks.
Sutton Jennings’ back hit the wall, pulling at the wound, he let out a low groan of pain and slid down to sit against the wall.
Ann felt a jolt; he had a bloody scent indicating he was injured, had it not been for her keen nose she wouldn’t have noticed, he had clearly done some special handling. Follow current novᴇls on ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt
She didn’t intend to get involved, leaving directly would be wise.
But her grandfather said, as a healer, one must harbor compassion.
Sighing, Ann resignedly walked over, intending to check his pulse.
But was countered by Sutton Jennings who gripped her wrist, a vigilant gaze in his peach blossom eyes, saying nothing.
"If I wanted to harm you, there was no need to save you earlier." Ann Vaughn furrowed her brows slightly, speaking fiercely: "Let go, I’ll check your wound."
Sutton Jennings’ vigilance did not waver, yet he released his hand.
Without checking the pulse, Ann Vaughn wouldn’t have known; this person was poisoned by a potent aphrodisiac, incurable.
The poison is now prohibited, causing desires to surge, resulting in death from excessive passion.
Yet this man, apart from a feverish temperature, showed no signs of being tormented by the aphrodisiac, a testament to his strong will.
Sutton Jennings, with his eyes lowered, watched unwaveringly as Ann Vaughn inserted Golden Needles into his acupoints, his right hand clenched into a fist then released, his expression unnervingly calm.
Ultimately, this life would end today, does he fear this woman might later retaliate?
Two minutes later, Sutton Jennings felt his temperature seemingly decrease.
Five minutes later, the overwhelming desire subsided, an indescribable sense of comfort spread throughout his body.
As composed as he was, he couldn’t help but look at Ann Vaughn in surprise; she could neutralize the poison with just a few needles?
"Alright." Ann Vaughn calmly withdrew the Golden Needles, tore a piece of paper to write a prescription, then cheerfully shoved the payment interface on her phone toward Sutton Jennings, "Sorry, small business, no credit. Which code would you like to scan for payment?"