Chapter 41

"No need to be so paranoid." He watched her fixing the head of the chair firmly underneath the doorknob.

"Such crime rarely happens in this kind of place. Besides, it's pretty unlikely that the same mishap will befall us twice in a night."

"No," She turned to him, her expression tense with apprehension.

"The men were not robbers. They were sent to kill you."

A look of surprise crossed his face, only for a fleeting moment. The next second he shook his head,

"Sweetheart, I know you are deeply shocked, but such incident is not uncommon in that kind of place. It doesn't seem personal to me. Besides, I have no enemy."

"No, I heard one of the men say, their job is only to kill you, and make sure it looks like a robbery. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, it could never have occurred to me that it was a murder attempt."

She paused to emphasize her point.

"Someone wants you dead."

His brows knitted into a perplexed frown.

"Well, I can hardly imagine who, or why."