Chris was a relatively good fighter, and he managed to bring the man down after a while. Recalling that there was a woman standing behind him, he looked at Daisy with annoyance.â Make yourself clear. Are you breaking up with this man today?â He never knew that Daisy was in such a terrible relationship.
Why was she willing to be with someone so unsavory, someone who had, in turn, rejected him so many times?â
How was he inferior to this man? He felt a deep wave of disappointment engulf him. Although he originally didnât harbor deep feelings for this woman, he now felt utterly wronged and aggrieved. âIf you continue missing him and going back to him, Iâll never interfere in your affairs from now on. If you intend to make a clean break, Iâll make sure you keep your word and wonât let this go until it happens!â He could tell that Daisy really wanted to break things off with this man, just that she lacked the resolve to He had never seen a woman like that in his life.
The women who surrounded him were all open-minded and were willing to let things slide. They werenât clingy and wearisome and knew how to keep the relationship transactional-a win-win for all parties.
This was his first time seeing someone as foolish as Daisy. Daisyâs eyes turned red as she looked at the menacing look on the manâs face. Determination washed over her as she took a deep breath. âI planned on breaking up with him, but he didnât agree to it.â
âAll right, I got it.â
Chris rubbed his wrists and flung the man aside ruthlessly. âRun as far away as you can and donât let me see you ever again. Otherwise, Iâll beat you up each time I see you.â The man, disgruntled, crawled up from the ground and spat out some blood. Yet, there was nothing he could do in face of the tempestuous Chris except to concede for the moment. He glared at Daisy and warned, âDaisy, just you wait! Youâll regret this someday!â Chris lurched towards the man, as if planning to strike him again. That was when the man finally stumbled out of the place.
The direction he left in was the direction that Stella walked from. When she saw a man leaving in fury, she instinctively dodged aside.
Without anywhere to vent his anger, the man felt frustration rising in him upon seeing a beautiful woman who was a stranger to him.
âYou women are all nasty creatures!â He even deliberately bumped hard into her. Stella, unable to avoid the incoming force, bumped into a huge vase behind her. She gasped, feeling pain so severe that it made her see stars. The vase wobbled and crashed loudly onto the floor. Weston lifted his head and looked in her direction. When he saw Stella, he shuddered and rushed to her side. âStella!â Weston carried her in his arms, his brows tightly knotted with anxiety. âAre you hurt? Do you feel bad? Iâll bring you to the hospitalâ¦â
With that, he hauled her into his arms.
Stella shook her head.
She bore with the incoming wave of pain and took some time to recover. She collected herself and said, âIâm fine. Someone just bumped into meâ¦â
âWhere did he hit you?â Westonâs voice was tense.
If they werenât in a public place, Stella suspected that he mightâve just torn her clothes open to check her injuries.
She pressed against his wrist as searing pain shot through her, yet she insisted that she was fine.
Westonâs face darkened as heartache and anger intertwined inside him. His face contorted with frightening anger, âHe better pray hard that youâre fine.â