Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 147: I Will Take Responsibility for You (Bonus - )

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: I Will Take Responsibility for You (Bonus Chapter)

The woman’s touch was like the last straw, completely shattering Jasper Hawthorne’s nerves, stretched to their limits!

"Ugh..." Jasper let out a low groan, filled with both pain and yearning, as the last thread of his rationality snapped entirely in that moment!

He suddenly reached out, pulling the woman before him fiercely into his embrace!

The softness and warmth of her touch, the scent lingering at his nose, drove him mad!

"Let go! Jasper Hawthorne, what are you doing? Let me go!" The woman in his arms struggled frantically, her voice tinged with cries.

This sound of resistance only provoked Jasper further, and he held her tighter, as if trying to meld her into his very being, his burning lips landing haphazardly on the top of her head and the side of her neck.

His breath was hot and chaotic.

"Stella... Stella... don’t be afraid..." he murmured incoherently, as if comforting her, or maybe convincing himself, "I’ll take responsibility... I’ll be responsible for you... don’t leave me..."

He heard the crying and struggling from his embrace, but it sounded distant and unclear, as if separated by a thick fog.

Instinct had completely taken over him, as he held her, stumbling backward...

...

The roar of the sports car’s engine, the tires screeching painfully against the road.

Rhys Lennox’s eyes were bloodshot as the outline of The Sudwell Apartments became clearer through the windshield.

Downstairs, Philip Donovan leaned against the car door, the glow of his cigarette flickering in the gray rain.

Seeing the familiar sports car charging wildly toward them, he frowned deeply, tossed his cigarette, and gestured toward the shadows.

"Stop him!"

Several figures immediately leapt from the corners, rushing straight toward the barely stopped sports car.

Rhys kicked open the car door, his blond hair damp with sweat, clinging wetly to his forehead, making his fierce eyes even more intimidating.

Without a glance at the people surrounding him, he dashed straight into the apartment building.

"Young Master Lockwood, halt." The leading man in black reached out to stop him.

Rhys answered with a fist right to his face!

So fast and fierce, it cut through the air with a whistle.

Caught off guard, the man’s nasal bone cracked with a sickening sound, too late for a scream, he fell backward.

The others rushed in seeing this.

Rhys resembled a trapped beast thoroughly provoked, his style messy, but each move was life-threatening.

Using elbows, knees, even headbutts, he aimed only at the most vulnerable spots.

Blood trickled from a cut on his forehead, blurring his vision.

Like a beast oblivious to pain, Rhys let out suppressed growls from his throat, his eyes, usually rebellious and unruly, now filled only with pure violence and madness.

Someone punched him in the ribs, he grunted, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, yet he didn’t even flinch, catching the person’s wrist and bending it backward forcefully!

The sickening sound of dislocating bones was audible.

Another kicked at the back of his knee, causing him to stagger and kneel, but he used the momentum to sweep the person to the ground heavily, and then pounced, his fists pounding down like raindrops!

His attacks were chaotic, but each hit was deadly, his reckless attitude managed to momentarily daunt the group of trained fighters.

But two fists couldn’t defeat four hands.

Let alone eight professional bodyguards.

A baton whipped through the air, striking his back viciously!

"Ugh!" Rhys’s body tensed suddenly, the excruciating pain blurring his vision, bile rising in his throat.

Then came a heavy blow to his stomach!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying, almost falling.

His vision began to blur, a buzzing filled his ears, the world seemed to spin.

"Damn, this kid’s gone mad!" someone cursed under their breath.

Punches and kicks rained down on his back and shoulders, he ignored it all, keeping his gaze locked on the apartment building’s closed glass door.

Bile rose in his throat, which he swallowed down with force.

In his mind, one thought remained—get inside! Into the building, fast!

He couldn’t let her get hurt.

Not a chance.

Philip Donovan stood in the rain, watching coldly.

Rhys’s desperate demeanor did give the men some pause.

After all, he was the Donovan Family’s Young Master, no one could afford the consequences if he got severely hurt.

In the chaos, Rhys took more heavy blows, his lip bursting, blood trailing down his chin.

He swayed, dropping to one knee, bracing himself with a hand to the ground to avoid collapse.

Blood from his forehead dripped along his eyelashes, spreading a startling red on the ground.

He lifted his head, through the crimson vision, glaring fiercely at Philip Donovan, his gaze menacing.

Philip returned the gaze briefly, then suddenly smirked, glancing at his watch.

The timing was almost right.

He waved his hand casually.

"Let him up."

The men surrounding Rhys immediately dispersed. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Rhys propped himself up on his knee, struggling to stand, each breath sent a sharp pain through his chest.

He wiped the blood from his face, staggering towards the glass door, slamming it open with his shoulder!

The elevator numbers changed slowly.

"Ding—"

The door opened.

Rhys dragged his nearly collapsing body out, following his memory to find the apartment number.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted his foot, using all his strength—

"Bang!!!"

The apartment door lock shattered with a sound! Wood chips flew!

The living room lights were dim, casting a suggestive darkness.

A sweet, cloying aroma filled the air, intertwined with... the unmistakable scent of passion.

Rhys’s heart stopped for a moment.

His gaze swept past the disarrayed living room, landing sharply on the messy bed in the bedroom—

In the dim light, long, disheveled hair spilled over the pillow, the woman’s face turned to the side, her features obscured, revealing only her slender, fair neck and a smooth shoulder.

A man lay over her—Jasper!

Jasper seemed startled by the loud bang, his actions stilled, looking back in confusion.

Just that one glance!

The string in Rhys’s mind snapped with a "twang," completely breaking!

"Fuck you!!!"

He charged over like a demon emerging from hell, grabbing a fistful of Jasper’s hair, yanking him off the bed with brute force!

Caught off guard, Jasper crashed heavily onto the floor with a dull thud.

His eyes were unfocused, an abnormal flush on his face, seemingly not fully conscious.

Rhys gave no time to react, straddling him, his fists like a flurry of punches, echoing with the dull thuds of bone against bone, pounding Jasper’s face, head, chest ferociously!

"Bastard! I’ll kill you! Kill you!!!"

Each punch was filled with all his strength, all his anger, every ounce of heart-wrenching pain!

Drugged, Jasper was barely aware, utterly defenseless, only able to let out pained grunts, nosebleed gushing, staining Rhys’s fists and his own cheeks with blood.

On the bed, the figure seemed shocked by the sudden violence, letting out a short cry, instinctively curling up, pulling the blanket tightly around themselves, trembling in fear.

In the corner of his eye, Rhys caught this scene, his heart seared with pain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He hit even harder, even more furiously, as if he wanted to utterly destroy the beast before him that had ruined everything!

Seeing Jasper beneath him completely powerless, Rhys stopped, forcing himself upright, staggering towards the bed.

"Stella..." Rhys’s voice was fragmented, carrying tremors and fear he himself hadn’t realized.

He reached out, wanting to touch her, yet afraid to be abrupt, his fingertips froze mid-air, "Don’t be afraid... I’m here... It’s alright now..."