Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom
Chapter 795 A Narrow Escape

However, I distinctly heard his voice trembling. Even his arms around me were shaking.

I was completely limp in his arms, making me question the reality of everything before me. I could even feel my teeth incessantly chattering.

After a while, Atlas gently released me, scrutinizing my face and checking if I was injured. Then, he embraced me tightly again, as if afraid of losing me once more, and kissed my forehead passionately. Later, he bent down, lifting me in his arms. With the protection of the group, we left the rooftop and exited the Bourdamun Hotel.

Only at that moment did I realize that the people in the banquet hall on the second floor had already been urgently evacuated, and the entire building had been swiftly cleared out.

As we left the Bourdamun Hotel, I noticed a crowd of cops surrounding the area. A white sheet covered a figure on the ground, stained with vivid red blood.

The air was still filled with the scent of blood, and not far away, there was the explosion site from the man who detonated the car.

After Atlas carried me into the car, we left for the adjacent street, heading to the chain hotel where Ivanna was staying.

It turned out that this chain hotel had also been crowded with people.

Atlas carried me back to the room, placing me gently on the bed. He stared intensely at my face, kissed me passionately, and instinctively pulled me into his arms. This kiss was intense, greedy, and impassioned.

Then, his large hand gently stroked my face, and he softly said, "Don't be afraid. With me here, nothing will happen to you."

I buried myself in his embrace, still trembling, too scared to relive the scenes from just moments ago.

What would happen if Atlas hadn't

grabbed my ankle in time? Or if his foot hadn't accurately hooked onto the railing? What if the gunshot hadn't hit that man? What if his remote control hadn't slipped from his hand? Or if the second shot hadn't hit him, or if he hadn't

released his grip on me?

All of this, upon careful reflection, was genuinely terrifying. Not only would I have lost my life, but Atlas might have also plummeted with me, carrying the weight of both me and that man.

I clung tightly to Atlas, murmuring repeatedly, "Don't leave me, don't..."

He held me tighter, showering me with kisses, and softly reassured me, "Stop thinking about it. It's all over now. I won't let anything happen to you. I never will."

Hearing him say this, I pushed him away abruptly, staring at his face still etched with concern. "Atlas, promise me, you can't risk your life like that again. Do you understand? Even for me, don't jeopardize your own life. Do you understand?"

I gazed into his eyes, grabbing his upper arms with both hands. "You can't gamble with your life, okay?"

I shouted, then lunged back into his embrace, desperately pounding on him. "If we had been even a bit later today, we could have..."

I couldn't bring myself to say it, tightly holding onto him, crying loudly to release my fear. Honestly, I was genuinely scared.

"It won't happen. I won't let you fall. If you're gone, how can I go on living?" He saw me snuggling into his arms, gently caressing my head with his large hand.

I lifted my head abruptly, looking at him. "You jerk..."

"If you're gone, who will avenge our parents? Who will save Dad? Our business will fall into the hands of

the villains. By doing this, are you et

honoring your deceased parents? Only by staying alive, even if it's just one of us, can we breal the

culprits to justice. Even if +die, you must live well!"

I shouted at him.

He pulled me back into his embrace. "Our good days are just beginning. Your life is my life. Only together do we have a meaningful existence."

He insisted and then affectionately comforted me. "Alright, don't cry anymore."