Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 967: Chapter 967: Fortunately, He Didn’t Die

“Lyle Westbrook, Lyle Westbrook…” Her voice was hoarse, and she had bitten her lower lip so hard that it was bleeding. The taste of blood spread between her lips and teeth as she desperately pounded on the car window, anxiously shouting at the person inside, “Lyle Westbrook, don’t scare me, wake up!”

It was unclear if it was because he heard her voice or something else.

The figure inside the car remained motionless, just like a man asleep, except the fingers resting on the steering wheel suddenly twitched.

The movement was very slight and subtle, barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

But Enna Clark did notice, and hope surged within her as she pulled even harder on the car door, “Lyle Westbrook!”

The man with his eyes closed, although looking a bit pale and disheveled, did not lose the clean and gentle impression he usually made. He frowned slightly, then suddenly coughed violently, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Following that, he slowly opened his eyes and turned to vomit a mouthful of blood to the side.

Enna Clark saw it all clearly—he had vomited blood!

She pulled at the car door with even more force, “How are you? I’m going to open the door for you right now. Just wait for me, I’ll have it open immediately…”

The palm of her hand was already torn, the metal cutting into the flesh, indescribably painful. She clenched her teeth and gave two more desperate tugs. Realizing that brute force wasn’t working, she gave up trying to pull the door open with her strength alone.

Her bright eyes scanned the surroundings, and upon spotting a rock on the ground, she suddenly released her hold and spoke to the person inside the car, “I’m going to pick up a rock, wait for me a moment.”

After saying that, she let go and ran off to find a rock.

There were many pebbles scattered about.

However, Enna Clark didn’t just grab any one of them; she frantically searched for a stone with a pointed end. She saw a few that were the right shape, but they were either too big or too small.

Finally, she found one of the right size near the base of a tree.

Enna Clark’s eyes lit up, “Found it!”

She dashed over, picked up the stone, and returned to the side of the car, gripping the rock in her hand. She used the pointed end of the stone to strike the car door lock.

Sweat covered her forehead, and it was purely her willpower that sustained her through all this!

The tapping sounds of the rock against the car echoed in Lyle Westbrook’s ears as his consciousness gradually returned. He turned his head and saw the sweat-drenched young woman holding the rock, desperately hammering at the car door, trying to rescue him.

“Enna?”

As he spoke, Lyle Westbrook felt a searing pain in his throat as blood choked him, and an itch in his throat caused another uncontrollable spurt of blood to spill out.

Seeing him vomit blood again, Enna Clark hurriedly urged him, “Don’t talk, just wait a moment longer, I’m about to get you out!”

With that, she increased the force in her hands.

Lyle Westbrook listened to the persistent, unyielding thuds of her knocking, and the tumultuous pain in his chest gradually eased…

He turned his head, and his Peach Blossom Eyes burned brightly as he looked towards Enna Clark.

From her sweaty forehead to her disheveled appearance, his gaze moved down to the blood-covered stone she was desperately striking with.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed!

Had her hand been injured?

Her hand was injured, and she was still trying to open the car door for him? A sudden pang struck Lyle Westbrook’s heart, and an indescribable feeling welled up within him.

He watched the unyielding young woman intently, as if engraving the scene in his mind. Suddenly, he pressed his thin lips together, suppressing a cough as he said, “Enna, don’t bother about me anymore, find a place to hide. Wait for Baron Lawrence to come for you.”