Jackson's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot when he looked up at Logan.
"Logan, how dare you violate my woman! You're courting death!"
Holding Amelia in his arms, he walked up to Logan and kicked his wheelchair over.
Logan's hands and feet were still under treatment, and he could not exert strength. After being kicked, he lay on the ground like a soft shrimp and could not move.
However, he didn't care at all. He turned around, opened his mouth that had been sewn with more than ten stitches, and laughed ominously at Amelia.
"Amelia, you're amazing. Even Jackson fell in love with you. No wonder you don't want me to sleep with you..."
Jackson was disgusted by his words.
It was as if someone had defiled the treasure in his heart, making him suddenly paranoid and terrible.
Like a madman, he stepped on Logan's mouth with his heavy leather shoes.
He crushed him with all his strength as if he couldn't wait to smash his mouth.
The cruelty in his eyes finally made Logan feel scared.
He begged for mercy desperately, but Jackson acted as if he didn't hear him and kept pushing him to death.
Seeing Jackson like this, Amella instantly came to her senses.
The person who had come was not Ryan but Jackson. Back then, he had also crushed her heart like this....
Amelia was absent-minded while Jackson was dealing with Logan. No one noticed the bodyguards behind them who had gotten up.
Without warning, the back of Jackson's head was hit hard by the Iron rod in the bodyguard's hand.
The huge impact made Jackson's vision darken, and he almost fell to the ground.
He was afraid that Amelia would fall, so he gritted his tooth and forced himself to kneel on one knee. When he saw the person in his arms did not move, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Jackson, are you all right?"
Amelia's hand wrapped around the back of his neck. It was wet. She loosened her grip and saw that it was covered with blood.
She was so scared that her face turned pale. She grabbed his arm, and her eyes were full of anxiety.
"You're injured! Let's get out of here and go to the hospital!"
She had only injured her back, while Jackson had injured his head. It was a fatal wound. With so much blood flowing out, it must be severe.
Jackson shook his head. Without saying a word, he gently placed her on the ground, stood up, and straightened his back.
When he turned his head, the murderous look in his eyes made the bodyguard holding the iron rod shiver.
The bodyguard didn't dare to step forward, but he was eager to have a try. He even winked at the other bodyguard lying on the ground.
The bodyguard thought that they would have a better chance of winning if they attacked together, but Jackson lifted his foot and kicked him a few motors away.
Then, he turned around and knocked down the other bodyguard, who rushed up with a punch.
After knocking the two down, he took away the iron rods in their hands and hit their heads hard.
Her movements were neat and efficient, without the slightest hint of mercy.
He didn't turn to look at Logan, who was lying on the ground until the two bodyguards fainted.
Seeing that Jackson had lost his mind, Logan was paralyzed on the ground and didn't dare to move or even make a sound.
Jackson saw that he was scared, so he picked Amelia up and walked out of the bathroom.
Amelia was worried about the wound on his head and wanted him to put her down, but he held her tightly and refused to let go.
"Amelia, are you hurt?"
Jackson's voice was trembling. If he had been a step later, she would have been defiled by those two bastards!
Amelia was naked. Fortunately, Jackson's coat was big enough to wrap around her petite body.
However, she was still a little uncomfortable. Afraid the people who came in and out of the hotel would see her, she buried her head in Jackson's arms.
While she was nestled in his arms, a group of bodyguards suddenly walked in from the hotel's entrance. There were about 20 of them blocking their way.
Jackson suddenly stopped and looked at the man who exited the Lincoln stretch limo at the hotel entrance.
The man wore a black suit and a black coat; his whole body was hidden in the dim light.
He stood there like a statue, staring at the two of them with gloomy and cold eyes.
"Mr. Collins."
Hearing the familiar voice, Amelia's face suddenly turned pale.
She didn't have time to think about why James was here. All she could think about was burying her head in Jackson's chest.
She thought James could not see her, but she did not know that his cold eyes were fixed on her.
Jackson noticed something off about James but didn't know why.
"Mr. Evans, what do you mean by this?"
He didn't seem to have offended James. Why did he send so many bodyguards to surround them?
James walked up to them with his long legs. The moment he lowered his head, he saw that Amelia was naked.
His delicate face was instantly covered with gloom, and even his beautiful eyes wore as cold as a sharp sword.
"Leave her to me," he said.
His eyes were fixed on Amelia, who was in Jackson's arms, without moving an inch.
With that kind of gaze, as a man, Jackson naturally knew what it meant.
He hugged Amelia tightly and stepped back, his eyes filled with possessiveness.
"Mr. Evans, what's your relationship with her? Why do you want me to hand her to you?"
With a sneer, James glanced at Amella.
"Do you want to follow him or me?"
He couldn't even be bothered to answer Jackson's question. He only gave Amelia one choice.
Being stared at by him, Amelia's heart almost jumped out of her throat.
She thought that he had come to the hotel for something, but she didn't expect that he was here to see her.
Amelia didn't know what to do and looked at him with confusion.
James has never exposed his relationship with her in front of anyone, and this is the first time.
Moreover, after saying he would never come to her again, he appeared so openly in front of her.
What... what's wrong with him?
"Mr. Evans, she's unfamiliar with you, so she won't go with you."
Jackson's arms tightened around Amelia as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
In fact, he had vaguely guessed the relationship between them, but he was not willing to overthink it.
He was afraid that he would not be able to bear it if he continued.
Hearing this the chill in James's eyes deepened
Seeing him like this, She quickly turned To Jackson and said, "Let's go."
Jackson's face softened a lot when he heard her.
No matter what their relationship was at this moment, Amelia chose him, which was the best result.
He put away his heavy thoughts and hugged Amelia tightly. Without saving a word he brushed past James.
James turned his head and looked at Amelia. His gloomy eyes seemed to be able to pierce her.
Amelia quickly lowered her eyes, trying to avoid his burning gaze, but he suddenly grabbed her arm.
With all his might, he pulled her out of Jackson's embrace.
Frightened by his grip. Amelia fell to the ground.
The wound on her back rubbed against the ground, causing her to break out in a cold sweat in pain.
However, she ignored the pain and quickly reached out to pick up the coat that had slipped off her body.
Unfortunately, James kicked it away before her hand could touch the corner of the coat.
Then, she felt a warm sensation on her body and a black coat tightly wrapped around her.
The coat was very large. Even her exposed legs were covered by it.
There was a faint fragrance that made Amelia freeze on the spot.
She slowly raised her head and looked at James standing in front of her.
There was a moment when she felt that he was crazy.
How dare he snatch her away from Jackson in public?
Was he not afraid that others would find out about their relationship?
"James!"
Jackson's face turned livid with anger when he saw James treating Amelia like this. Regardless of his identity, he rushed forward and wanted to punch him.
When Amelia's clothes slipped off just now, the group of bodyguards brought by James all turned around and avoided.
Now that they sensed Jackson's hostility, they immediately turned back and stopped him.
No matter how powerful Jackson was, he was no match for over 20 bodyguards. He was quickly pinned to the ground, unable to move.
Andrew stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled, "Mr. Collins, Mr. Evans has some personal grudges to deal with. Please wait."
His tone was very polite, but his actions were very rough. Whether Jackson was willing or not, the bodyguards pulled him away.
Seeing this, Amelia immediately told James, "Mr. Evans, I'll go with you. Don't hurt him."
The wound on Jackson's occiput was still bleeding and could not withstand a group of professional bodyguards.
However, James acted as if he hadn't heard her at all. He raised his slender fingers and grabbed her chin.
"You're so worried about him. Did you have a great time sleeping with him?"
His words were direct and undisguised, making Amelia feel embarrassed.
She pursed her lips and opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
The man let go of her chin, lifted her coat, and looked at her collarbones covered with hickeys. His expression suddenly turned cold.
"You two really can't bear to be apart from each other, even during menstruation..."
Amelia was shocked. She had only told Mr. Shawn that it was inconvenient for her to have her period. How did James know?
She looked at James in shock, only to see his eyes fall on her blood-stained hands.
"Ha, you're so crazy. The blood is all over your hands..."
He saw the blood on her hand, thought she was on her period, and still had sex with Jackson.
In the face of his humiliation and distrust, Amelia was much calmer than before.
She said in a low voice, "Mr. Evans, I've broken up with you. Whom I sleep with, how I do it, and how crazy I do it, it's none of your business, right?"
Upon hearing this, the hand resting on her neck suddenly
stopped.
James strangled her neck with one hand and lifted her from the ground.
A strong force choked her airway, suffocating her and making her heart tighten and hurt.
Her symptoms of heart failure required sufficient oxygen. Once she was out of oxygen, she would die.
In addition, her back was injured, and she was in so much pain that it was difficult for her to breathe. Now, her airway was being strangled.
Amelia could feel that the suffocating feeling was slowly taking hold of her heart, making her desperately open her mouth and want to breathe some air.
However, the big palm did not give her any chance. It tightened its grip on her neck.
Amelia tried to tug at the corner of James's shirt with trembling hands, but she didn't have the strength.
She could only look at him with tears, hoping he would show her mercy and let her go.
Seeing her face abnormally pale, as if on the verge of death, James quickly let go of her and pushed her to the ground.
After taking the chance to breathe, Amelia lay on the ground with her hands covering her heart. She tried her best to say a word with difficulty.
"Medicine..."
She needed to take medicine as soon as possible or immediately take oxygen. Otherwise, she would die!
Every time she saw James, she would take a lot of medicine to control her condition.
For so many years, she had only had an attack once in front of him, but that time he mistakenly thought that she was pretending to be ill for money.
Since then, she has hidden her heart disease very well and had never told him about it. But now...
Amelia stretched her hand to James and begged for help in a trembling voice, "I... have a heart attack... Please... save me..."
She was not afraid of death, but the feeling of suffocation made her want to die and subconsciously survive.
James's cold and indifferent eyes trembled slightly.
"Where is the medicine?"
The medicine was...
Amelia suddenly remembered that she had taken a lot of medicine before going out, so she didn't bring her bag with her.