As soon as Willow returned to her room, she immediately dialed the bodyguard’s number, urging them


    to bring a doctor quickly. Upon hearing that gunfire was involved, the bodyguards dashed to her room.


    It turned out that she was unharmed, but she hade across a man covered in blood.


    “Miss Presgrave, we don’t know his identity. It’s not safe for him to stay in the same room as you. Let


    us take him away,” the bodyguard said. They could not take the risk of leaving her alone with a


    stranger.


    “No. He saved my life just now. I want to repay his kindness. I don’t want to owe him anything. Take


    him for treatment first!” Willow insisted as the man on the couch had already passed out from blood


    loss.


    The bodyguards promptly escorted the man to the medical room for immediate treatment while she


    stood outside, clutching her arm. She also informed them about the earlier attempted kidnapping. “It


    seems that you’ve been targeted. Don’t worry. We will provide you with round-the-clock protection,” the


    bodyguard reassured her.


    She had great trust in them. They were not ordinary bodyguards, for they were skilled and loyal to the


    Presgrave family. The Presgraves had strict standards when hiring bodyguards, and loyalty was their


    top priority.


    At that moment, the door of the treatment room swung open, revealing a doctor with a solemn


    expression. “The bullet has been sessfully extracted from the patient’s body. Thankfully, no vital


    organs were impacted. Considering his exceptional physical condition, he should regain consciousness


    shortly,” the doctor informed, then shifted attention toward Willow. “Miss Presgrave, this is a grave


    situation. We must report it and conduct a thorough investigation into anyone aboard who possesses


    dangerous weapons.”


    “Okay. Please handle this matter.” She nodded. She never expected someone to bring a gun on board,


    and she had thrown the man’s gun into the sea.


    In the hospital room, Willow idly rested her chin on her hand and gazed at the man who remained


    unconscious. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that he possessed an attractive appearance.


    To her, she regarded her father and brother as handsome individuals. Yet, she could not resist


    contemting that this man also possessed a pleasing countenance. His features carried a timeless


    allure,plemented by a touch of enigmaticplexity, akin to a character from a thrilling and


    mysterious film.


    What does he do? Why was he apprehending people on the ship? And why was someone chasing


    after him? Thinking about how close she came to getting shot while with him, she could not help but


    shiver. She was still so young and had not enjoyed life to the fullest. So, she did not want to die.


    Just then, Willow noticed a slight bloodstain on his arm. She picked up a tissue and approached him,


    intending to help clean it. However, as soon as she touched his arm, the sleeping man’s eyes shot


    open before hisrge hand aggressively grabbed her arm.


    “Ouch… It’s me.” She sighed. She could not believe how defensive he was, waking up with such


    aggression. How sensitive is he?


    Once the man recognized her, he released his grip on her arm. He lowered his head, looking at the


    bandaged wound, and spoke hoarsely, “You saved me?”


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    “Who else but me?” she replied, gazing at him. The man’s gaze locked onto her before he stood up,


    intending to leave. She quickly asked, “Where are you going? You just had surgery; don’t wander


    around.”


    “I can’t drag you into this,” the man uttered. lightly, his eyes fixed on leaving the room. Willow felt an


    inexplicable determination to make him obediently listen to the doctor and not strain his wound. She


    suddenly reached out, pushing his shoulder, and pressed herself against him, effectively putting him


    back onto the bed.


    The man’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at her with aplex expression. “No running around.


    Since I saved you, you must listen to me,” she stated. Her intentions were purely rooted in seeking his


    well-being.


    The man gave up resisting andy still as he reyed the n for tonight’s mission in his mind. If it


    weren’t for this woman disturbing me at the most critical moment, I would’ve been able to eliminate the


    organization’s traitor andplete the mission smoothly.


    Although the person he was supposed to kill had jumped into the sea, it did not guarantee his death.