Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

He didn’t intend for it to happen, he was innocent! The girl he liked was sitting on him, bouncing along with the car’s bumps. Each press of the accelerator and clutch stirred his body again, tantalizing his nerves. He was, after all, a normal man!

“Move to the side and buckle up!” Tina’s cheeks were flushed with red.

Jared Farrell squeezed his body out from between Tina and the seat, their unintentional touch making both of their faces turn crimson. He finally settled into the passenger seat, thoughtfully fastening Tina’s seatbelt before securing his own.

Tina stomped on the gas, spinning the car to block the road with two trailer trucks facing each other, leaving only a narrow gap of about one meter wide.

“Hold tight!” she commanded coldly.

Jared Farrell, using his uninjured right hand, gripped the car’s handle as their vehicle nearly crashed into the trailer trucks. At the last moment, Tina sharply turned the steering wheel, lifting the right wheels off the ground, tilting half of the car upright.

Jared Farrell looked at Tina in amazement, her driving reminiscent of a person he once knew from underground racing known as Tempest, who drove as wildly and swiftly as the wind, unmatched among racers. No one had yet surpassed the record he set on the Clearwater mountain road.

As he marveled, Tina had already maneuvered their car past the narrow space between the two trailer trucks. Meanwhile, the four black cars following them were blocked by the trailers they themselves had positioned, effectively trapping themselves.

After the right side of the car landed steadily, Jared Farrell saw a complex emotion flash in Tina’s eyes. He had lost again. Tina always surprised him, stronger than he could ever imagine.

The cumbersome trailer trucks took time to turn and clear the path, while Tina drove away with Jared Farrell, disappearing without a trace.

As they continued their drive back to the Blue Cove apartments, Hayden Cohen called. “Mr. Farrell, what’s the situation there?”

“We shook them off,” Jared Farrell replied, his face slightly pale from blood loss. “Did you catch them?”

“A step too late,” Hayden Cohen said bitterly. “By the time we got there, they had retreated. However, they didn’t have time to tow away a flipped trailer truck. We can start our investigation with that.”

“Uh-huh, they fired shots,” Jared Farrell casually mentioned, then instructed, “Send someone to my apartment to tow the car and investigate the bullet origins.”

“Shots?” Hayden Cohen tensed up, asking hastily, “Were you hurt?”

“My left arm was hit,” Jared Farrell responded, ending the call and resting his head back against the seat.

“What’s wrong?” Tina noticed his increasingly pale and slightly blue complexion, which seemed unusual given the amount of blood he’d lost.

She touched his arm and discovered the blood was dark purple, obscured initially by his black shirt.

“The bullet might be poisoned,” Jared Farrell said, eyes closed.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier!” Tina quickly fed him a healing pill and sped up the car.

“I didn’t want to distract you,” he sighed, recalling the critical situation when their opponents were armed. He wasn’t worried about himself but feared for Tina’s safety.

“Where are the healing pills I gave you?” Tina asked, frowning.

“I gave them to someone who needed them more,” Jared Farrell smiled. During a mission at Whispering Pines Retreat, he had distributed the entire bottle of pills Tina gave him to his teammates, keeping none for himself.

Tina pressed her lips together and sped back to Blue Cove apartments.

Jared Farrell, with a gunshot wound, couldn’t risk going to a hospital. Once they slipped the heavily damaged car into the underground parking garage and covered it to hide the bullet marks, they took the elevator directly to the top-floor penthouse.

Once inside the apartment, Tina immediately had Jared Farrell take off his shirt to inspect his wound, revealing his arm blackened and purplish. Nightshade!

She quickly administered an antidote to Jared Farrell. If they had waited any longer, his entire arm would have rotted and needed amputation.

After taking the antidote, Jared Farrell’s complexion slightly improved. Tina prepared to extract the bullet, warning him, “No anesthesia, it’ll hurt.”

“Alright,” he nodded.

Tina disinfected the wound, then with a sterilized scalpel, she cut into Jared Farrell’s left arm, dark purple blood gushing out. She swiftly stopped the bleeding with several stitches.

Jared Farrell clenched his teeth, silently enduring the pain, his forehead beaded with sweat revealing his agony.

Tina removed the bullet with tweezers and placed it on a cloth on the table. After draining the poisoned blood, his arm slowly returned to its normal color.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Fortunately, the artery and bone were unharmed, but the poison is problematic. I don’t have the right drugsto completely clean the poison. However, don’t worry, as long as I’m here, nothing bad will happen,” she reassured him while disinfecting and bandaging the wound.

After finishing the treatment, Jared Farrell collapsed back on the sofa, his muscles, tense from pain, finally relaxing.

Just then, the apartment door burst open, and Hayden Cohen hurried in with a doctor. Seeing Tina cleaning up her tools and Jared with his arm bandaged, he slapped his forehead, “Look at me, all flustered. How could I forget that your fiancee is such a competent doctor?”

“The bullet,” Tina handed over the extracted bullet, adding a warning, “It’s poisoned.”

“Damn! Who are these people, so ruthless!” Hayden Cohen carefully took the bullet still smeared with Jared Farrell’s blood, then teasingly said to Jared, “Your fiancee is something else, handling guns and bullets without a flinch.”

Jared had always known Tina was extraordinary from the moment they first met.

“Cut the chatter, focus on the task,” he weakly scolded Hayden, tossing him the car keys.

“Got it!” Hayden caught the keys and quickly left with the doctor.

Once they were alone again, Jared watched Tina under the light, her beautiful profile glowing, and weakly said, “Tina, it hurts.”

Tina paused in her cleaning, “Pain is inevitable, or shall I give you a few more needles to ease it?”

“Come here, let me hold you, and it won’t hurt as much,” Jared softly requested.