The next second.
The door burst open.
There was a loud crash as if something heavy had smashed on the ground. The fire extinguisher rolled on the floor before it hit the wall with a clang. Justin gazed around the room, eyes bloodshot and heaving.
The room was dark.
Clothes were scattered on the floor.
Weston sat on the sofa and stared at him without any emotions.
A petite figure covered by a large coat sat in his arm, shaking violently. Without thinking, Justin marched forward and commanded, âGive her back to me.â Westonâs hard stare fell on him. âShe was always mine.â Both men, refusing to back down, went head-on. Justinâs patience ran out as he took a step forward and attempted to forcefully pull Stella to him.
Weston, however, ducked and quickly grabbed a bottle of red wine and slammed it into Justinâs skull with a sickening crack.
A streak of blood streamed down Justinâs face.
But he didnât seem to notice. The blood trickled down and covered his left eye. He moved his head slightly to shake off the dizziness, but held on tight, not allowing himself to fall. âDonât you see sheâs crying? Why are you forcing her to be with you when she doesnât want to?â
âBecause I can.â Weston wasnât as gentle as he was with Stella when talking to Justin. As his powerful opressive aura enveloped the room, the temperature appeared to drop a few degrees. As he stood before Weston, all the wrath that was exploding inside Justin was suddenly repressed. Weston didnât even have to be reckless as Justin was- a single stare from him was sufficient to give him the upper hand.
âI warned you.â
Hearing this, Stella immediately looked up and stopped him. âHeâs innocent. Donât drag him into this!â
Justinâs heartbeat quickened when he heard her voice. Although he was certain that the woman was Stella, hearing her voice confirmed everything. This further increased the effect on him.
âDonât compromise,â he said.
Justin could hear ripples in his voice. It was as if he was transported back to the day of the drifting incident when he was trapped in the vehicle and could only watch Stella being hauled away. âI will find ways to fight him. Donât compromise.â
His voice gave her strength.
She trusted him butâ¦
She gradually tightened her first and said firmly beside Westonâs ear. âDonât drag him into this or Iâll really die.â
She spoke very calmly, and her voice was filled with determination Weston gazed into her eyes, shocked that she would do such a thing for that man.
It was then that he calmed down and let his hand go.