Chapter 23 The Firestorm Choice
Chapter 23 The Firestorm Choice
“Mr. Luke! Don’t!”
“Jensen!”
Everyone tried to hold Jensen back. Even Sharon clung to his clothes, refusing to let him go.
How could this be happening?
Wasn’t she the one Jensen loved most?
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He had always been willing to sacrifice anything for her. Even when she smashed Natalie’s hand, he hadn’t blamed her.
That was a designer’s second life – her hands.
To make Sharon smile, he’d let go of even Natalie’s future. So how could he now be so desperate to charge into a fire just to save Natalie?
The jealousy clawed at Sharon, nearly driving her insane.
“Jensen, the fire is too big! You’ll die if you go in!”
“Let go of me! Let go!”
As Jensen stared into the roaring flames, scenes from the last five years flashed through his mind every moment he and Natalie had shared.
When he was bedridden from his injuries, it was Natalie who cared for him day and night. She stayed by his side through every painful rehab session, holding him up even when he collapsed again and again. Her delicate frame had carried his broken body farther than he ever could alone.
She encouraged him. Supported him. When his own family gave up on him – when they refused to pay for more treatment – it was Natalie who sold her pendant, the only clue she had to find her birth family, just to cover his hospital bill.
And when he finally recovered, it was Natalie who worked herself to the bone, designing new products so he could secure his place in Luke Corp. So many nights, she stayed up drawing while he slept beside her, and when he woke, she was still at her desk.
He had promised her that once he became head of the company, once he ruled Ocean City, he’d marry her with all the pomp and glory she deserved.
But he hadn’t married her yet.
She couldn’t die.
Jensen broke free from the people restraining him. He didn’t even glance at Sharon as she tumbled to the ground from the force of his shove. He plunged straight toward the fire.
“Natalie! Don’t be scared! I’m coming for you!”
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His chest burned with emotion. His eyes blurred.
But the heat was overwhelming.
Just getting close forced him to stumble back from the searing wave of flames.
“No! You can’t die! Natalie, you can’t die!”
Gritting his teeth, Jensen took a deep breath and charged straight in.
“Mr. Luke!”
“Jensen! Stop him!”
Sharon had never seen Jensen like this utterly unhinged.
Was he out of his mind?
That fire would kill him!
Was he really willing to die for Natalie?
–
Then what had all his tenderness to her meant?
Sharon’s eyes burned red with rage.
“Natalie, you should just die already!”
She cursed through gritted teeth but still shouted for the others to drag Jensen back.
She was Mrs. Luke now.
Jensen couldn’t die.
If he did, what use would her title be?
As Jensen ran into the fire, the flames scorched his skin.
The heat made him cry out in pain.
Then a section of the ceiling collapsed.
“Mr. Luke, watch out!”
A bodyguard yanked him back just in time.
The beam crashed down, cutting off the path ahead.
Smoke filled their lungs. Everyone was coughing uncontrollably. Still, Jensen pushed forward like a
madman.
With no other option, the bodyguard struck Jensen hard across the neck.
As his consciousness slipped away, Jensen saw a woman writhing in the flames.
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The fire danced across her body. She was struggling, silently.
That was Natalie.
“Natalie!”
He let out a roar before coughing up blood. His vision went black, and he passed out.
The bodyguard didn’t dare hesitate. He hoisted Jensen onto his back and ran.
“Quick! Get him to the hospital!”
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Sharon saw Jensen covered in burns and immediately ordered her people to drive him to the hospital themselves. Waiting for an ambulance would waste too much time.
Only after Jensen was safely evacuated did someone finally think to call the fire department.
No one spared a thought for Natalie.
But just then, a black shadow darted into the flames.
“Mr. Baron…”
The cries from behind went ignored.
The wet blanket he wore barely held back the heat, but he didn’t hesitate.
Natalie was in agony.
Even the worst beatings from Sharon five years ago hadn’t come close to this pain. Not even the saltwater being poured over her wounds had hurt like this.
She could smell her own skin burning.
She couldn’t move. She couldn’t scream.
The smoke filled her lungs. Even coughing made no sound.
Her tears evaporated almost instantly.
She was fully conscious. She knew she was going to die.
But why hadn’t she passed out yet?
Why was she still awake?
