CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: CAN’T DIE

Shannon Quinn wasn’t sure if she was startled by him or if it was because of his proximity and ambiguous tone, her heart raced uncontrollably.

Just then, the waiter came to serve the food, and Landon Sutton casually sat up straight, maintaining his dignified and elegant demeanor.

Even in such an environment, he retained his unspeakable nobility, seemingly a natural aura that exuded from within.

In contrast, Shannon Quinn’s blushing face made her seem somewhat embarrassed; she didn’t dare to look up at Landon Sutton across from her, only mechanically picking up food and putting it into her mouth.

The phone on the table rang again with a "ding-ding," and Shannon paused her action of picking up food, glanced at the phone beside her.

Landon Sutton was sitting right across from her, so it couldn’t be him messaging her.

Aside from him, the only other people who might text her now were Jett Quinn and Vincent Rhodes.

Both of them made Shannon feel somewhat anxious, one out of fear, the other out of guilt.

She pretended to check her phone casually; it was Jett Quinn.

The message was brief: How’s the food?

Those simple three words made Shannon gasp, and she instinctively looked around the dining and chatting crowd but didn’t spot Jett Quinn.

With lingering fear, she couldn’t help but reply: Where exactly are you?

No response came from the other end.

Landon Sutton noticed Shannon’s uneasy expression and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Shannon withdrew from her thoughts, put down her phone, and shook her head: "Nothing."

Then she picked up her chopsticks to cover her current panic and unease.

Honestly, Jett Quinn was much scarier than ghosts to Shannon.

She was more afraid of him than of ghosts.

The meal was hardly reassuring, and Shannon always felt a pair of eyes watching her from some corner.

After the meal, she didn’t dare to mention going home because Jett Quinn knew where she lived, and nowhere seemed safe.

She couldn’t possibly ask Landon Sutton to stay with her all night.

Landon got up to pay the bill, and Shannon followed behind him, occasionally glancing around.

The rain was still falling; it felt a bit cold at night as they stepped out of the warm, lively room, and Shannon shivered involuntarily.

"Cold?" Landon asked, then handed her the coat draped over his arm: "Here, wear this."

Shannon looked down and politely refused, "No need, thank you."

"I’m not wearing it anyway, so why be stubborn?" he said as he opened the coat and draped it over her shoulders, knowing that if she caught a cold while pregnant, she couldn’t take cold medicine freely.

Watching him retrieve his umbrella from the stand, open it, and wait by the door for her, Shannon took a deep breath, silently put on his coat, and stood under the umbrella beside him.

"Shall we walk a bit more?" Having a rare opportunity to be alone with her, Landon wasn’t willing to part ways just yet because once this moment passed, who knew when the next one might come.

Shannon intended to go home, not wanting to stroll in bad weather, especially not with Landon, but thinking about Jett made her hesitant to return.

She followed Landon’s pace quietly, walking along the street as he kept her on the right side, walking closer to the inner path to minimize any accidental contact with others.

"Do you need to buy anything else?" he asked.

Without thinking, Shannon shook her head.

Anything she might want to buy was probably baby-related, but she couldn’t go shopping for those things with him.

"Then let’s visit the supermarket across the street," he suggested, gently holding her body with his arm, standing on one side of the sidewalk, waiting for a break in the left lane traffic.

Due to the rain, there weren’t as many people on the streets as usual. Listening to the sound of rain hitting the umbrella, her gaze fell on the other side of the crosswalk.

There was no traffic light, so Landon waited until there were no cars on the left side before leading her across the street.

When they reached the centerline, they both glanced to the right, where a red sedan was coming, but it was at a safe enough distance for them to cross.

So, neither of them hesitated, continuing to walk to the other side of the street.

Unexpectedly, just as they were halfway, the red sedan suddenly accelerated, rushing towards Shannon.

In that instant, Shannon’s mind went blank; she only felt a force push her to the roadside, seeing a flash of glaring red before her eyes, and hearing a loud crash near her ear...

Before anyone could react to what had happened, the red sedan quickly turned and sped into the opposing traffic, disappearing into the distance...

"Landon Sutton!"

Seeing Landon lying in the middle of the road, Shannon hurriedly ran over.

The umbrella lay quietly by the greenbelt; the cold rain fell, landing on her face, her body, the ground...

It diluted the color of the blood, tainting it with a metallic scent...

"Landon Sutton, are you okay? Wake up! Don’t scare me!" Shannon knelt on the ground, holding Landon’s head, calling his name.

A crowd quickly gathered, the noise growing, and she heard someone call the police and dial 120.

In that moment, helplessness and fear enveloped Shannon, her tears mixing with the rain as they fell—a chill washed over her, giving her the illusion that he was dead.

The traffic police on duty arrived promptly, reporting the situation over the radio, and dispatched personnel to the scene.

Shannon cried, turning helplessly to the onlookers, unsure of who to plead for help, her voice hoarse and choking: "Save him... please, save him!"

"Uh..."

The man in her arms let out a faint groaning sound, and Shannon immediately looked down at Landon.

Seeing him struggle to open his eyes, the intrusion of rain made it difficult for him to see; he gazed through the blur at the woman sobbing uncontrollably in front of him, he smiled, slowly reaching out, and tightly held her hand in his, squeezing it with force as if telling her not to be afraid, hoarsely and weakly comforting Shannon: "Don’t be scared... I won’t die."

Shannon broke into a smile through her tears, but they only fell harder.

The traffic police held an umbrella over them; the two-way radio crackled with sound, but Shannon didn’t catch what it said.

Soon, an ambulance and police car arrived in succession.

With the medics’ help, Landon was moved onto the ambulance.

Getting into the car, it was clear Landon was still conscious, keeping a tight hold on her hand, and when they had to separate at last, Shannon felt like something had been ripped from her life, causing her to tremble slightly.

Her limbs felt weak; supported by the medics, she followed him onto the ambulance.