Chapter 415

The hand stopping the knife belonged to Charles. He had stopped the bodyguard. Nicola didn't want her hands to be chopped off, but she found the pain in her stomach unbearable. She couldn't evade the knife at all. She had thought that she was doomed, but who would have thought that Charles would shield her with his own body and save her hands from an impromptu amputation? Silas hadn't expected Charles to show up either. His eyes narrowed instantly, his gaze as dark as ever. "Why are you here, Mr. Gibson?" he questioned. "And let you keep hurting Nicola if I'm not present? Why are you doing this to her, Silas?" Charles was as cold as usual. Silas' bodyguard hastily drew his knife away when he realized that he had sliced Charles' hand. Blood kept running from Charles' palm, but he didn't pay any attention to it. He crouched down, warmth seeping into his cold gaze. "I won't let him keep hurting you." Silas had repeatedly told himself that he didn't care for Nicola. And yet, his