He Locked Me in His GOLDEN CAGE, So I Locked Him Behind Iron Bars Chapter 08

He Locked Me in His GOLDEN CAGE, So I Locked Him Behind Iron Bars Chapter 08

I rested my head on the side of Luke’s hospital bed, drifting in and out of consciousness. “If your feel bad, wake me up. I’ll go get the doctor…” 

No answer. 

I forced my eyes open. 

With a bandage wrapped around his head and wearing his hospital gown, Luke still looked breathtakingly handsome. 

By the moonlight, I watched him carefully pull a blanket over my shoulders. 

I blinked fully awake as our eyes locked. 

“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered. “Go 

somewhere where no one can find you, okay?” 

“What about you?” he asked softly. 

I laughed, trying to keep my voice light. “I’m fine. I 

don’t matter. You need to look out for yourself.” 

No response. 

Luke just watched me, his expression unsmiling.. 

He said with absolute sincerity, “You matter. You 

matter the most.” 

I looked away. 

Luke reached out, wiping a tear from the corner of 

my eye. 

“Get some sleep. Goodnight,” I mumbled. 

“I can’t sleep,” his long fingers rested against my 

cheek. “I just want to look at you.” 

I paused, then turned back to him. 

His eyes crinkled. “Our Hailee is always such a 

crybaby.” 

The white moonlight washed over us. 

I watched him in the silence. 

Luke. 

In my last life, I never went abroad, and I never 

found happiness. 

I spent every second hating my own weakness 

and insignificance. 

Even the bright future you sacrificed yourself to 

give me felt like a mirage. 

I got a second chance at life. 

But I still let you get hurt. 

Was my choice right? 

What do I have to do to make us happy? 

What do I have to do… to make you happy? 

The next day. 

I got a call from an unknown number. “Lee?” 

My face dropped. 

I was sure I’d blocked his number ages ago! 

Before I could hang up, the voice on the other end barked, “I hear you’ve bagged yourself a rich guy! So why haven’t you sent your uncle some cash?” 

I asked, perfectly calm, “How did you get this 

number?” 

“I don’t just have your number, I know where you’re 

staying. Oh, and you’re still hanging around that 

Luke kid, right?” The man chuckled with a 

malicious, oily sound. 

I frowned, my grip tightening on the phone. 

In my past life. 

He didn’t find me and start demanding money until 

years after this point. 

Back then, I was already trapped in the Laurence. 

estate. 

The first time he showed up, Julian dealt with him 

instantly. 

Julian had kissed me, his tone lazy: “Fixed a 

problem for you. Do I get a reward?” 

So, the memory of that man hadn’t left much of a 

mark on me. 

“I’m not asking for much. Two million dollars. How 

about it?” 

“Not a chance.” I hung up, expressionless, and 

blocked the number. 

The sense of dread only grew stronger. 

That afternoon, I was cornered. 

The man with the rotting, yellow teeth puffed on a 

cigarette, sneering, “You actually dared to hang up 

on me? You really think I’m bluffing?” 

The hospital was bustling with people. 

I walked into a secluded stairwell, and he 

followed. 

I looked him in the eye. “My mother has passed away. I have no familial financial obligation to 

you.” 

“We’re family, kid. You really gonna let your uncle starve?” He spat on the floor, leering at me. 

I walked past him toward Luke’s room. 

He shoved me hard. “You ignoring me now?” 

I stumbled backward two steps. 

He raised his hand, ready to strike. 

In the next second, a tall figure stepped in front of 

me, catching his raised arm and twisting it with a 

sickening crack. 

The man let out a howl of pain. 

I locked eyes with those deep, black irises. A 

thought dawned on me, and I gritted my teeth: 

“You brought him here? Why?” 

Julian lowered his gaze. 

The man started shrieking profanities: “Who the 

hell are you? A punk kid trying to be a hero?” 

Julian looked bored. “Get lost.” 

The man gave a wretched, defiant laugh. “I’ve got 

nothing to lose. You won’t give me money? Then 

I’ll make your little girlfriend pay up. Don’t blame 

me for what happens next!” 

Julian raised an eyebrow, his tone flat. “What 

exactly are you going to do?” 

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas!” The man grinned, 

showing his yellow teeth. “Our Hailee is a looker. I 

can just sell her to…” 

Before he could finish. 

Julian threw a punch. 

With a dull, heavy thud, the man’s head snapped to 

the side, blood instantly bubbling from the corner 

of his mouth. 

Julian pressed his knuckles against the man’s jaw 

and slammed him into the concrete floor. The sound of bone against stone was piercing. 

Luckily, no one was in the stairwell. 

I stepped back, ignoring the man’s desperate, 

pleading eyes. 

I didn’t make a sound to stop him. 

Julian didn’t give the man a second to breathe. He lifted his foot and stomped down on his wrist. With a sharp crunch, the man shrieked in agony. Julian kept his foot there, grinding down, face 

devoid of emotion. 

The man on the ground twisted in pain. “Kill me, you bastard! If you don’t, I’m going to kill Hailee 

Townsend!” 

Julian let out a cold, chilling laugh. 

Then he clenched his fist and slammed it down- 

no holding back, blow after blow. 

I didn’t know how much time had passed. 

“Wait,” I said hesitantly. “If you keep… he’s going to 

die.” 

“Good riddance.” Julian scoffed, his face radiating 

pure, unadulterated rage. 

The commotion finally drew the hospital staff. 

Someone panicked and called the police. 

Julian was hauled off to the precinct, and because 

I was there, I was dragged in for questioning too. 

Right before they separated us, he gave me a lazy, 

lopsided grin. 

“Hailee. Fixed a problem for you. Do I get a 

reward?” 

Before I could say anything, he answered for me, 

“The movie we watched at my place a few days 

ago? We didn’t finish it. When I get out, come 

finish it with me.” 

I stared at him for a few seconds, then looked away, staying silent.