He looked over closely and recognized the interceptor. It was none other than Felix, the most mysterious man in Lynch City and a legend.

Dane panicked, hurriedly got to his feet, and forced a flattering smile, "Mr. Lynch? It's really you. It's a great honor for me to meet you here."

With a cold face, Felix stood against the light. Although he remained silent, the kingly air about him spoke for him.

As his dark eyes were fixed on Chelsea, Dane took a tumble and pushed her, "Go on! You're so lucky that Mr. Lynch likes you. Go serve him."

Surprised by his shove, she stumbled. When she was about to fall, a robust arm suddenly stretched out and caught her.

It happened faster than her reaction, and her body tilted. When she opened her eyes, she found herself falling toward his thin lips…

Her blood surged to her head and her face flushed. When she smelt a familiar cool scent from his body, her mind went blank. By the time she came to her senses and tried to dodge, it was too late.

Her lips landed steadily on the bottom lip of the man, and she even tasted faint alcohol.

As someone swallowed, the atmosphere turned awkward and ambiguous. Chelsea hurriedly got out of the man's arms and blushed, "Sorry… er, I didn't mean it… Anyway… thanks…"

She rambled anxiously. Felix stared at the panicky, scared hare, noticed her misty eyes, and gave a spurious smile, "Do you want to apologize to me or thank me?"

"I..." Chelsea opened her mouth dully. Disaster emanated from careless talks, so she chose to shut her mouth.

Amused by her reaction, Felix curled his lips, but his smile faded away the moment he saw her swollen cheek. His bushy brows furrowed, and a flicker of ferocity flashed across his eyes, "Who did this to you?"

Feeling an unfavorable situation, Dane winked at her.

Chelsea was worried that Yuki's hospitalization would be affected if he told Morrel on her. Therefore, she lied, "I had an accidental fall."

"Fall? Tell me what kind of building can leave a hand mark on your face?"

... Chelsea was speechless. She wanted to cover things up for Dane, but this man's eyes were too sharp. She didn't really know him, but he suddenly showed up, helped her, and talked like a friend.

Felix pushed wisps of her hair and stroked her swollen cheek with his thumb. Like a scared bird, she awkwardly took a stride back, "Sir, please conduct yourself."

Conduct himself? Did she forget how she got on his bed? His mood turned bad, and his cold eyes glanced at Dane, "Which hand?"

"W... what?" He was confused.

"Which hand of yours hit her?"

"Mr. Lynch, this is a misunderstanding. Ms. Svensson and I… ow!"

Before his voice died away, Chelsea felt a gust of wind brushing past her face. When she came to her senses, Felix was seen lunging at Dane like a beast and grabbing his arm.

Snap! The crack of broken bones came out. Dane screamed. His eyelids rolled, and he passed out.

Chelsea was shocked by the horrible scene.

This man...

He broke Dane's arm with brute force?

Chelsea somewhat rejoiced. If this man didn't show up, she would be the suffering one tonight. She couldn't help but steal another glance at Felix.

Sensing her gaze, Felix stared at her with his deep, dark eyes, "Come here."

As if under a spell, Chelsea didn't refuse. Instead, she walked slowly to the man, "Thank you for helping me. Do… we know each other?"

She forgot him? A fierce glint flashed across his eyes.

"How about this? Remember me?"

Chelsea was stunned. Before she could react, she was pulled into his arms.