His Donna Was Never Legally His Chapter 18

His Donna Was Never Legally His Chapter 18

Over the next few days, Ava didn’t see Matteo at all, and she felt much more at ease.

Claiming he was worried about her safety, Rafael walked her home every day.

He often told her funny stories about painting and always managed to make her laugh.

Ava smiled and said, “You have no idea. Once in college, I woke up half asleep and took a sip of white paint because I thought it was yogurt…’

Rafael laughed.

“I know.”

Ava froze.

She was about to ask how he knew when she realized they had already reached her building.

Rafael reached out and adjusted the scarf around her neck.

“Go on. I’ll watch until you’re inside.”

Ava didn’t question him further.

She turned and went upstairs.

The next day, Rafael had a family matter to deal with and couldn’t walk her home.

Ava listened to him apologize over the phone and laughed helplessly.

“I’m not a child. I don’t need someone escorting me home every day.”

She ended the call, packed her things, and started home alone.

Despite what she had said, the road suddenly felt strangely quiet without Rafael’s voice beside her.

Ava pushed down the faint disappointment and instinctively took the shortcut home.

Suddenly, several sets of footsteps sounded behind her.

Realizing someone was following her, Ava immediately quickened her pace.

The men behind her sped up as well.

Ava quietly gripped the pepper spray inside her purse.

The moment the footsteps closed in, she spun around, sprayed the man nearest her, and ran.

One of the men cursed loudly.

They quickly caught up, grabbed Ava by the hair, and yanked her hard to the ground.

The street thugs had been watching Ava for some time.

Seeing that she was usually alone and looked slender and defenseless, they had decided to target her.

Ava forced herself to stay calm.

“Whatever you want, I can pay you. I won’t call the police.”

The men emptied everything valuable from her purse.

Their leader grinned and stared greedily at her face, his Australian accent unmistakable.

“Pretty American girl. Why don’t you have some fun with us tonight…”

Ava’s face went deathly pale.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from the entrance to the alley.

The thug had barely turned around when a fist knocked him to the ground.

Matteo had clearly run the entire way.

Sweat covered his forehead.

The moment he saw Ava on the ground, his eyes turned cold.

“Ava, run!”

The thugs cursed and rushed him together.

Matteo had combat training, but there were too many of them.

He was soon forced onto the defensive.

Ava immediately pulled out her phone and dialed 000.

One of the thugs saw her calling the police and charged at her, swearing.

Matteo kicked away the man in front of him and rushed over to shield Ava.

The blade plunged into his body.

He grunted but didn’t look back.

“Ava, run!”

Ava stood frozen, forgetting to escape.

Matteo shoved her hard.

“Go! Don’t look back!”

Clenching her teeth, she turned and ran out of the alley.

Once she reached the street, she still looked back.

Matteo had grabbed the men trying to chase her and was holding them back.

Then several of them forced him to the ground.

Blood kept pouring from his body.

Ava stopped.

She tightened her grip on the pepper spray in her purse and ran back into the alley.