âYou dare to hit me?â The burly man glanced at his shattered phone, then glared fiercely at Gideon.
Gideon looked down at him condescendingly. âApologize to her.â
The burly man quickly climbed to his feet, cursing under his breath, and threw a heavy punch.
Making sure Lena stood far enough away to avoid any impact at first, Gideon then turned to catch the incoming punch.
The burly man didnât expect that this seemingly gentle man could take a punch.
He loudly exclaimed, âYouâre asking for trouble!â
Grabbing a beer bottle from a nearby table, the burly man swung it towards Gideonâs head.
However, Gideonâs reaction was faster. He not only caught the incoming beer bottle but also smashed it on the burly manâs head.
Blood immediately flowed from the burly manâs forehead, and he quickly touched it, his resentment becoming more evident. He grabbed a nearby chair and shouted as he swung it towards Gideon.
Gideon skillfully dodged, grabbed the chair, and swiftly kicked the burly man down, landing a few punches on his face.
Soon, the burly man was unable to speak and could only mumble for mercy.
Gideon stood upright, calmly wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and looked at the burly man.
âApologize to her.â
Lena, witnessing this scene from a distance, was shocked. She never imagined that the refined gentleman, Gideon, could also be a thug in a suit.
His indifferent demeanor as he casually wiped his fingers seemed to be that of a thug in a suit.
Her heart couldnât help but race.
The burly man, at this point, dared not say anything more. He immediately rushed to Lena and tearfully apologized, âIâm sorry, Miss. I should not offend you. Please spare me this time!â
The arrogance the burly man had displayed just moments ago was replaced by utter embarrassment.
Lenaâs gaze passed indifferently over his face, and she walked past him without a word.
Knowing that Lena had no intention of holding a grudge, Gideon didnât say anything and walked over to support her.
âDo you still want to eat Tomahawk steak?â Gideon ignored the surrounding glances and asked Lena softly.
Lena looked at him innocently. âWe came all the way here. Why not?â
Thinking she might have lost her appetite after witnessing the scene, Gideon smiled, âOf course, since weâre here, letâs eat.â
They walked into the Tomahawk steak restaurant happily. The restaurant owner, having witnessed the earlier scene, treated Gideon and Lena with even greater courtesy.
Satisfied, Lena enjoyed the Tomahawk steak at the restaurant, finding a unique deliciousness in the flavor she used to dislike.
Seeing Lena so content, Gideon smiled with tenderness.
Back home, Lena noticed that Gideonâs fingers had been scraped.
She furrowed her brows. âDonât you know that you got hurt?â
Gideon looked at the healed wound on his finger, feeling helpless. âThe wound has almost healed. Itâs nothing serious.â
But Lena shook her head. âWho knows if that guy had some other issues? Better be safe.â
Hearing her words, Gideon couldnât help but laugh.
If the beaten, burly man knew he was being despised by Lena after being hit, he might cry even more sincerely