Chapter 220

The man who arrived was none other than Oliver. He was clad in a long black coat that perfectly outlined his tall, lean frame. His sharp features and piercing eyes carried an air of cold authority. With dust on his coat and exhaustion in his steps, he came striding through the night. Without wasting a second, he made his way straight to Jasmine. Even with eyes shut, Jasmine could sense his presence—her lashes quivered slightly. Still, she kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. Marcus and another of Oliver's men had already stopped when Nathaniel lost consciousness from their beating. Now seeing Oliver's figure, the men called out respectfully, "Mr. West." Oliver gave a short nod, his face expressionless. But when his gaze dropped back to Jasmine, the chill in his eyes melted away instantly, replaced by a rare tenderness. He bent down and gently scooped her into his arms like she was the most precious thing. Running his fingers softly through her hair, he leaned in to kiss her foreh