Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 718: [Yan Jian Extra] 18. How is it possible? At this moment, there is actually a faint heartbeat.

Chapter 718: [Yan Jian Extra] 18. How is it possible? At this moment, there is actually a faint heartbeat.

The tires screeched against the pavement, the blinding lights flashed before her eyes, and the airbag bulged like a rapidly rising dough, obstructing Catherine’s view completely.

All that remained in her mind was that persistent obsession.

She decided to leave temporarily, but she planned to return later.

Yan Jian’s unusual behavior tonight, her woman’s intuition told her, was not because he wanted to work overtime.

She thought of James.

She had a damn feeling that James would show up!

Just like how Little Ben couldn’t resist visiting the school out of curiosity, she knew James would have the same thought.

So she couldn’t just watch everything unfold in her studio, right under her nose.

She needed to see James appear, see what they were doing, and confront them — make Yan Jian feel ashamed and James understand how deeply he had hurt her!

The obsession in her heart was too strong, too urgent, so she couldn’t care less about her current circumstances. She forgot about emergency avoidance, ignored the fact that she was in a car accident, and neglected — the accident could be fatal, even if she survived, it could leave a heavy scar.

She couldn’t care about anything else. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She just wanted to keep James.

Five years, the most beautiful five years of her life. She offered them to him, hoping he wouldn’t betray her.

Her last conscious thought lingered on the flashing lights of the ambulance tearing through the night...

James, she still needed to see James tonight.

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Catherine’s car accident, Yan Jian still didn’t know, nor did James.

In fact, James had already arrived, sitting in his car waiting outside the campus.

Catherine’s design was financed by him, so he knew all the participants in the plan. He sat in the car patiently watching the studio staff leave one by one.

Finally, it was Catherine’s burgundy DS.

He squinted his blue eyes as her burgundy DS brushed past his car, carefully watching Catherine.

Catherine’s car wasn’t tinted; she preferred the look of a flashy car with a beautiful lady, rather than having a tinted window that blocked the view of the beautiful person inside. She was always confident in her looks, so she chose to let passersby see her inside the car.

Even though it was just a brief encounter, James, knowing Catherine well, could tell her expression was cold and her driving stiff. This indicated she left in anger.

James lowered his eyes and looked at the tattoo on his left index finger.

When he was young, whenever he felt nervous or helpless, he would instinctively bite that finger.

The saliva contains digestive enzymes, even against one’s own skin, thus the skin remained difficult to heal for a long time. Over time, it became a scar, imprinted with his years of sadness.

On his 18th birthday, he tattooed that old scar into a black snake. The scar became the tongue, the hardest-to-heal part became the snake’s forked tongue, while the black snake body coiling around his finger looked like a black ring.

Catherine wouldn’t be upset for no reason. His survival instincts, honed over the years, told him: Catherine’s anger likely stemmed from his decision, indicating that Yan Jian acted amateurishly in front of Catherine, which she detected.

After so many years together, how could he not know that Catherine’s temporary departure was just a strategy, and she might return anytime?

The old wound on his left index finger itched oddly, and he couldn’t resist biting it again before calling Ben Shaming, instructing him to watch over Catherine tonight.

Without giving Ben Shaming an explanation.

Having arranged everything, he glanced as Catherine’s car drove away before leisurely getting out of his car. He looked up at the last ray of sunset, buttoned his coat slowly and deliberately, and then stepped across the sidewalk toward the gates of Westside Fashion Design College.

He calculated his timing, so that just as he stepped into Westside Fashion Design College, the twilight vanished completely, and darkness enveloped the world abruptly.

Night had fallen.

He and she had agreed to meet; it was meant to be "tonight."

That’s why he wouldn’t enter before the twilight was completely gone;