The Spare's Second Chance in Apocalypse-Chapter 195: Ch : Keep the Phone - Part 1

Selene’s thoughts swirled in a thick haze.

’Thinking is so hard...I hope I don’t have to think anymore in the future. I just want to close my eyes and fall unconscious.’

It felt so tempting to do, but even in her current situation, Selene knew that it was a bad idea to lose consciousness.

Not that she could, with her head throbbed violently, like a hammer pounding against her skull.

Each breath felt shallow, strained, her lungs burning as though she were suffocating in her own skin.

The room around her blurred, shifting like liquid, the walls bending and twisting in ways that shouldn’t have been possible.

So, when she heard footsteps approaching, her sluggish mind immediately assumed it was Ethan.

A relieved sigh slipped past her lips.

"Back so soon...? Did you find what you were looking for....?"

She murmured, her voice coming out in a soft, almost dreamlike whisper. It was a miracle that her throat was still able to produce any sound, but it hurt to try and force any sound past it.

She tried to lift her head, but it felt too heavy, like a weight pressing down on her.

The bodyguard stilled as soon as he felt Selene’s gaze on him.

His cold, calculating eyes swept over Selene’s form, watching as she swayed slightly, too weak to even register the danger standing in front of her.

’How pathetic. But then again, this is where someone like Selene Vale belongs. This is just her right place in the order.’

He hadn’t expected her to mistake him for her companion, but that only worked in his favor.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he took another step forward.

Selene’s instincts twitched as she looked at the formless form closing in toward her.

A sudden, sharp warning flared in her chest.

Something felt wrong.

The aura surrounding this man—it wasn’t Ethan’s. His aura felt different, but Selene could not explain why she felt like that.

Her body, weak and exhausted, tensed and her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Even her body was telling her that she was in danger.

She didn’t know why, but every fiber of her being screamed—

Run.

Her sluggish legs struggled to obey, muscles protesting as she forced herself to move.

But the moment she took a single step back, her knees buckled.

A sharp wave of exhaustion slammed into her, making her breath shudder.

"Too weak...!"

The realization hit her like a gut punch.

And in that moment of vulnerability—

The bodyguard lunged.

"Gotcha."

His strong arms wrapped around her from behind, yanking her back before she could even attempt to flee.

Selene let out a sharp gasp as pain spiked through her skull.

Her head throbbed, her vision spinning.

"Why... are you doing this?"

She managed to whisper.

The man chuckled softly.

His voice was calm. Almost indifferent.

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He murmured, adjusting his grip.

His arms tightened, making her struggle useless.

"Just following orders."

Orders?

Selene’s fogged mind struggled to process.

Who?

Who had given him orders?

The more she tried to think, the dizzier she became.

Her lungs ached from the effort of breathing, and her limbs refused to respond.

She needed to run.

She needed to escape.

But her body refused to listen.

The bodyguard, sensing her silent struggle, let out a low chuckle.

"You’re trying so hard, But it’s useless."

He murmured.

Selene’s vision blurred.

Then, she saw him take something out of his pocket.

A handkerchief.

Her body, still too weak, barely had time to react before he dipped it into something and pressed it against her mouth and nose.

A sweet, sickly scent invaded her senses.

Her body went rigid.

No...!

She struggled—

But her limbs wouldn’t cooperate.

Her vision darkened.

And then—

Everything faded to black.

The bodyguard grunted as he adjusted Selene’s limp body against his shoulder.

Her soft, slow breathing was the only sound in the quiet room.

He glanced at her face, her once sharp eyes now closed, unconscious.

So helpless.

So weak.

"What a hassle."

He muttered under his breath, shifting her weight slightly.

Without another glance around the room, he turned toward the exit.

His job was almost done.

Almost.

But then—

The door creaked open.

And Ethan Park stepped inside.

The moment his golden gaze landed on Selene’s unconscious form, the room’s temperature seemed to plummet.

The bodyguard froze.

His stomach twisted.

Shit.

He hadn’t expected Ethan to return so soon.

Their eyes met.

A long, tense silence stretched between them.

Then, the bodyguard tightened his grip on the dagger at his waist.

His voice was sharp, firm.

"Stay back, or she gets hurt."

He warned.

Ethan’s expression didn’t change.

No anger.

No shock.

Just a cold, blank stare.

And somehow—

That terrified the bodyguard more than anything.

"I said—"

He barely had time to blink before Ethan moved.

A blur of motion.

And then—

Selene was gone from his grasp.

Instead, he felt a sudden, crushing force slam into his chest.

The next thing he knew—

He was flying backward.

Through the wall.

A loud CRASH! echoed through the room as his body slammed into the next area, debris scattering everywhere.

Pain exploded across his back, his bones aching from the impact.

He barely had time to breathe before—

A shadow loomed over him.

Ethan.

Selene’s unconscious form was now resting safely on a chair.

Ethan’s golden eyes bore down on him, unblinking, eerily calm.

The bodyguard felt his stomach drop.

Ethan took a step forward.

The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble.

The bodyguard tried to move—

But found himself completely frozen in place.

A deep, primal fear seized his chest.

He’d known Ethan Park was strong.

But this wasn’t just strength.

This was something else.

Something inhuman.

Ethan crouched slightly, bringing himself to eye level with the trembling man.

Then—

He smiled.

"Now,"

His voice was soft, almost friendly.

"Let’s have a little chat."

The bodyguard could only stare.

Trapped. Helpless.

Completely at Ethan Park’s mercy.