He looked just like a man protecting his woman.
Chris had always played the part of a personable and chivalrous gentleman in front of others, but in face of this hooligan, his fierce and aggressive side was on full display, a trait of his that rarely emerged.
Daisy had never been intimate with him and had never seen him like that. She stood still, dazed, and mumbled to herself.
âMr. Fordâ¦â
The man saw Westonâs back-up and was stunned for a moment before hissing viciously,â Youâre asking me who I am? I am her bloody fiancé!â
Fiancé?
The word made the expression on Chrisâ face change as he turned to look at Daisy with a complicated look on his face. âD*inn it. Werenât you single?â
Daisyâs eyes turned downcast as she wiped away the tears on her face. âIâve already broken up with him, but he didnât agree to it.â
âWho needs an agreement in a breakup?â
Chris finally understood the situation and looked at the man coldly. âDid you not hear her? She wants to breakup with you.â
âWhy must we break up just because she wants one? Weâve been together for so many years!â
His eyes narrowed as he went on, âI knew it. You found yourself a rich and powerful man, and now you want to throw me aside, right? Do you really think you can climb the social ladder by relying on them?
Iâm telling you, Daisy, these men only want to mess around. They might be willing to stand up for you now, but are any of them willing to marry you?â
Tears glinted in Daisyâs eyes upon his words.
She was filled with self-doubt at that moment.
Chrisâ relentless pursuit of her did not make her lose her mind, though-she knew he treated her merely as his toy, no different from all other women he had abandoned. Weston, on the other hand, wasnât that kind of man But nowâ¦
She looked at Weston, hesitant. He now seemed slightly different from the man she used to know He was now capable of having mistresses behind Guinevereâs back.
Are men all the same?
Upon his words, Chris burst out laughing and rubbed his wrists. âItâs been a while since I hit someone.
Donât force my hand.â
The manâs tone softened. âBrother, donât blame me for not warning you. Iâve played with this woman countless timesâ¦â
Before he completed his sentence, Chris swung his fist at his face. âUgh!â
âDonât hit him! Please donât fight!â Daisy shrieked. Things would surely go out of hand when they started getting physical. She was about to step forward to stop the fight when Weston grabbed her arms and pulled her aside with frustration. âDonât make things messier than they already are.â Daisy remained silent, although the internal struggle was apparent in her eyes. Westonâs brows furrowed, âIf you really intend to break up with that man, donât add to the mess. Let Chris help you resolve this.â
Since Chris was here, he had no reason to interfere in other peopleâs affairs. Daisy was merely one of his many subordinates. This left him feeling rather frustrated. He shouldnât have meddled with other peopleâs affairs in a momentâs recklessness-just because of something that Stella said. He was about to turn to leave when Daisy, trembling slightly with fear, grabbed his sleeve.â Mr. Ford, can you please stay? Iâm a little scared.â Weston flung her hand away without further thought and looked coldly at her.
Daisy understood what he meant even when he didnât speak a word. âIâm sorry, Mr. Ford. I didnât mean to do that.â
She looked at his sleeve and said, âIâll compensate you for this shirt.â âNo need.â Weston glanced past her and looked at Chris. âHeâll help you settle this as well.â