Help…My Wife is a Spy - Chapter 391

Sasquatch furrowed his brows and raised his fist.

Before Lotus could react, he threw a hard punch at the man on her right before he grabbed the man on the left and smashed his head against the wall of the van. Both men immediately fell unconscious.

Lotus looked at him with a vulnerable look in her eyes. Who was he? Why had he been following her? Most importantly, why did he save her?

Sasquatch scanned his eyes up and down the woman.

Without another word, he grunted in frustration and lifted her out of the van in his arms. He then placed her in his car and gestured for the other agents to get out. “Clean up this mess,” he said briefly before he climbed into the driver’s seat, stepped on the accelerator and drove off.

For some reason, he was annoyed by the scene he had just witnessed. Even if the scars on Lotus’ hands were coincidental, even if she just so happened to know martial arts, this attempted kidnapping proved, without a doubt, that she was no ordinary person.

Lotus sat in the passenger’s seat without saying a word. She still didn’t know who Sasquatch really was, but she did not try to escape. After all, he had just saved her life, because she knew, if those men were sent by Amun, then she was definitely being ‘sacrificed’.

“Where do you live?” Sasquatch asked as he focused on the road in front of him.

Lotus pointed to the left, “Turn into this street. Then turn left and right. I live in the third apartment building on the left.”

Sasquatch followed the woman’s instructions as she glanced at him with curiosity. Was this man simply driving her home as though nothing had happened?

The car soon pulled up outside her apartment building and Sasquatch stopped the car. Lotus undid her seatbelt awkwardly and tried to get out, but that was when she noticed a stinging pain on her thigh. She glanced down and realized she had been cut by a shard of broken glass; her adrenaline had prevented her from noticing it earlier. She tried to lift her leg, but now that she noticed the injury, the pain finally registered and it was quite intense. However, she was used to pain. She grit her teeth and endured the pain as she lifted her leg again, but before she managed to do anything, the door next to her suddenly opened. She didn’t know when Sasquatch had stepped out of the car and ended up on her side, but before she got to react, the strong, burly man lifted her effortlessly in his arms again. “What unit number?” he asked robotically with no emotions as he started walking towards the elevator.

Caught by surprise, Lotus replied subconsciously, “1818.” She didn’t know anything about this man, but she felt like she could trust him.

Before long, they arrived outside the door of Lotus’ apartment and she unlocked it. “You can leave me on the sofa and go home,” she said awkwardly, still unsure of the man’s motive.

But, Sasquatch did not listen to her. He placed her on the sofa, closed the front door, and said, “Where’s your first aid kit?”

Not knowing how else to react, Lotus pointed to the bathroom awkwardly and Sasquatch immediately went to look for what he needed.

A moment later, he returned with a small chest. He kneeled down beside Lotus’ thigh, grabbed a pair of tweezers, and looked at her. Lotus understood what he wanted to do. She rolled up her skirt slightly and Sasquatch gently started removing the shard of glass that was still planted in her thigh. It wasn’t very deep, but it was still very painful.

However, Lotus simply clenched her fists and did not flinch.

“This must be nothing compared to the cuts on your hands,” Sasquatch suddenly commented as he wiped her wound with some saline water.

Lotus narrowed her eyes, surprised that he had noticed her cuts. She thought for a bit and replied, “Physical pain is nothing compared to mental pain.” Indeed, in the scheme of things, these cuts were nothing compared to what she had experienced in her life.

Without raising his head, Sasquatch asked, “Who did this to you?”

Lotus fell silent for a while. This man’s voice was deep, manly, and protective. It almost sounded like he wanted to get revenge for her. “What are you referring to?” she asked. Was he asking about the kidnapping or the cuts on her hands?

But, after she asked this question, she realized it made no difference what he was referring to. After all, the cause of all her pain was the same person…

Thinking about this, she shook her head and laughed. “Do you know why I volunteer at the orphanage?” she suddenly asked before Sasquatch got the chance to answer her question.

Sasquatch finally lifted his head and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were gentle; nothing like a criminal’s. He shook his head.

“I was an orphan too,” Lotus revealed.

“I was 6 when my parents abandoned me at the doorstep of the village orphanage because they could no longer afford to feed me.”

Sasquatch felt a tinge of empathy when he heard this. He finished bandaging the wound on Lotus’ thigh and sat down next to her to listen to her story.

“They didn’t know at the time, and I was too young to understand, but the orphanage was actually illegally run and was a front for a human trafficking ring. So, soon after the orphanage took me in, I was sold off to a gang in the middle east who subsequently sold me to a man in Egypt. This man’s name was Ali Gamal, but everyone knows him as ‘Amun’. He was the one that put these cuts on my hands,” Lotus said as she removed her gloves and showed her hands to Sasquatch.

“He was also the one that tried to kill me today…”