Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 707

Chapter 707 Call an Ambulance

"Hmm? What is it?" Emelie extended her hand. Samuel then placed his clenched fist over her palm and slowly opened it. Something fell into Emelie's hand.

She looked down to see a fine necklace lying there.

"It's a gift for you," Samuel said.

"This was meant to be part of your sister's dowry." Emelie hesitated to accept it, but Samuel asked, "Did you see this necklace among the ones I asked you to choose from earlier?"

Emelie examined the necklace closely. It was a fine chain with an intricately crafted pendant. Indeed, this particular piece wasn't among the jewelry she had just picked from.

Samuel added softly, "That's because I bought this one just for you."

Emelie's eyes lingered on the pendant. "It's a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, isn't it?"

The pendant depicted a butterfly in the midst of breaking free from its cocoon, frozen in the moment of its transformation.

Samuel smiled. "Yes, when I first saw it, I knew it would be perfect for you."

Emelie, after all, was a butterfly reborn from its chrysalis, wasn't she?

Samuel looked up at the dark blue sky, with the crescent moon peeking out from behind the skyscrapers. "I still remember the tears in your eyes when you looked at the moon's reflection in my glasses years ago. It was at that moment that I vowed to always protect you." Emelie's gaze softened as she looked at him. A serene warmth replaced her usual coldness. Samuel lowered his head to meet her eyes again. There was a genuine tenderness in his eyes as he looked at her from behind his glasses.

He said, "Even though you no longer need my protection, I'll always be here for you. If you ever have any troubles, come to me, and I'll help you carry them."

Emelie felt a tug at her heart. She gripped the necklace tightly. It was light, and by gold standards, it wasn't expensive.

Yet, the sentiment behind it was invaluable, and emotions could not be quantified.

Emelie rarely spoke of such sentimental matters, but with Samuel, words were all she had to express her gratitude. She was deeply thankful to him.

"Thank you, Mr. Swanson. You stood by me during the hardest days of my life. I will always remember your kindness."

But Samuel had never wanted her gratitude. He hadn't wanted it three years ago, and he didn't want it now.

Then again, he understood that there was no possibility of anything more happening between them. So, he was willing to take a step back. Just being present for her and watching over her was enough.

Samuel gave a gentle nod. "Go inside and get some rest."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Emelie turned and walked toward the house. As she walked, she lowered her head to fasten the necklace around her neck. Then, she turned around, walking backward while holding up the necklace to show him.

Samuel smiled as snow began to fall again. Just as he was about to wave her inside, he caught a glimpse of a car speeding toward Emelie from a few meters away.

His expression changed in an instant. Acting on instinct, he lunged toward her. "Emelie! Watch out!"

Emelie turned halfway around. Her first instinct was to look at Samuel, who was shouting urgently.

Before she could react, Samuel shoved her aside with all his strength. The car slammed into him, and he was thrown to the ground.

His glasses fell to the ground, and the car's wheels crushed them into pieces.

Emelie was knocked to the ground. Her heart sank as she realized what had happened.

"Mr. Swanson!"

She scrambled to her feet and rushed to his side. Samuel's face was pale, but he remained conscious, grimacing in pain as he clutched his bloody left leg.

As Emelie looked at his leg, her vision wavered. The scene before her seemed as if she was looking at a flickering old television screen.

Meanwhile, the driver of the out-of-control car yelled, "Ahhh! Get out of the way! I don't know how to control this car!"

There were many people at the hotel entrance, and they gathered around as they realized that something was wrong. Someone shouted, "Take your foot off the gas! Hit the brakes! Take your foot off the gas!"

"I don't know how to control this car!" The driver frantically turned the steering wheel, and as she screamed, the car veered toward Emelie and Samuel again.

Samuel, who was fighting through the intense pain in his left leg, shoved Emelie out of the way. "Get back!"

As Emelie stumbled to safety, the car barreled straight toward Samuel, who lay helpless on the ground.

"Jodie!" Emelie yelled in desperation.

"On it!"

Jodie and several bodyguards immediately drew their compact crossbows and fired a rapid volley of arrows at the car's left tires.

The tires burst with a loud explosion, sending the car into a wild, uncontrollable swerve. It skidded in an S-shape before coming to a screeching halt and flipping onto its side.

Emelie cradled Samuel's upper body. His consciousness was starting to fade. Panicked, she shouted, "Call an ambulance!"