Just as the car hurtled toward her, a voice full of panic and fear rang out.
"Watch out!"
In the next moment, a pair of strong arms pulled Phoebe aside. The car barely missed her by a hair's breadth.
The young man who had suddenly appeared held her tightly, his breathing uneven as he stood protectively in front of her. Normally composed and image-conscious, Werner was now furiously yelling at the car.
"Are you blind?!" he shouted.
Turning back to Phoebe, his tone softened with concern.
"Hey, are you okay?"
But before she could respond, he scolded her.
"Why didn't you dodge? Are you an i***t? Don't you know how dangerous that was?" His voice was sharp, but the lingering fear in his eyes betrayed his worry. "If I hadn't been following you, who knows what could have happened?
