Chapter 862 I’m Here To Kidnap You

Zachary squinted his eyes. He gently raised the corners of his lips. “You’re my wife. My wife’s house is my house too. How is returning to one’s home considered trespassing?” Sotiria was stunned at first. Then, she wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry. “That’s enough, Mr. Connor. I never agreed to marry you, and I’m not your wife. I’m going to give you one minute to leave my home, or I’ll call the police.” Sotiria’s chest was rising and falling from rage. Naomi pouted her little lips as well and shot Zachary a fierce glare. “You big meanie! Did you hear what my mommy said? What are you still doing on the couch? Aren’t you leaving?” Only then did Zachary put down his teacup and calmly raise his right hand. He swept his gaze across the white onyx wristwatch. “Are you that anxious to come home with me?” The corners of Sotiria’s lips twitched. “What on earth are you talking about? Are you drunk?” Tall and regal Zachary replied, “I’m very sober now, and I can also guarantee that once we’re married, I will never get drunk unless I have absolutely no other choice.” Sotiria wanted to cry, but no tears would come. “So what makes you think that Naomi and I even want to go home with you? What makes you so sure that I’m going to marry you?” “Because I’m going to kidnap you.” Zachary smirked. ‘What?’ In a trance, Sotiria saw Zachary lifting his right hand and snapping his fingers. Snap! At the snap of his fingers, Sotiria’s closed door burst open. Eleven men in black clothes ambushed her. They charged at her and Naomi like a black cloud. Sotiria’s heart instantly leaped to her throat. She instinctively snatched Naomi in her arms, turned around, and ran. Zachary, who had long legs and could therefore take huge strides, arrived in front of her with a single step. She didn’t have time to stop and ended up colliding with his body while holding Naomi. Before she could come back to her senses, a man in black covered her mouth with a handkerchief drenched in medicine. A sharp scent assailed her nostrils. Her vision went black, and she lost consciousness. “Naomi, don’t let them catch you! Naomi, run… Run!” Sotiria woke up screaming. Before she could open her eyes completely, she heard a familiar voice. “Naomi is just like you now. You’re both mine.” Who else but Zachary would have such a chilly, liquid, yet clear and enticing voice? Sotiria followed the voice and turned her head. Just as she had thought, she saw the man’s handsome face, which could make her heart get lost in disarray. She calmed herself. “Zachary! Where’s Naomi? Did you hurt her? I want to see her!” That small movement immediately made a wave of agony travel to her hands and legs. At that moment, she realized that she was lying on a large bed. No! To be more accurate, she was tied to a large bed! She was lying face-up, facing the ceiling just like that. Her hands, feet, and body were firmly bound by ropes. She looked like a worm in a cocoon peeking its head out. “You… What is this?” Sotiria was so anxious that her forehead broke into a cold sweat. “How dare you tie me up like this? What on earth do you want? Let me go at once!” Zachary, who stood next to her bed, showed no signs of emotion on his perfect, glacier-like face. His tone seemed cold enough to freeze the surface of a lake. It was chilly and cold and it showed no emotion. “You’re asking so many questions. Which one of them do you actually want answered?” Sotiria’s lips stiffened. She was just about to speak when Zachary calmly spoke again…