Scenes of home invasion from TV dramas involuntarily flashed across her mind, as well as those two assassins disguised as bodyguards when she was previously in City A.
Her heart pounded nervously, and as that figure approached her steadily, Hope Williams's heart rate escalated to her throat.
Her hand instinctively reached for the pistol hidden in the cabinet for self-defense.
Just as the person reached her bedside, Hope Williams quickly sat up, pointing the dark muzzle of the gun at that person.
But in the next second, the man bent down and pressed on her, his hand instantly seizing her wrist and pinning it above her head.
"Planning to murder your own husband? Hmm?"
A familiar scent assailed her.
At the moment their eyes met, Hope Williams's heart skipped a beat.
"You... Waylon..."
