The man stood petrified, his feet rooted firmly on the ground. Westonâs cold glare shot towards him, a change from the frustrated look in his eyes. If looks could kill, the man was a dead man in his eyes.
The intensity of Westonâs glare sent chills down the manâs spine. He subconsciously shivered, and he explained anxiously, âI⦠I didnât do it on purposeâ¦â
Weston settled Stella down in a comfortable position and ensured that she felt all right before standing up and walking slowly towards the man. He lifted a leg and kicked it ruthlessly towards the man.
The man crashed loudly on the floor. Westonâs foot landed right in his stomach, and the force was almost enough to rupture his internal organs. âWho are you to bump into her?â
A distance away.
Daisy stared dazedly at the scene before her.
She had never seen Weston in such a rage-he turned out to be absolutely terrifying when angryâ¦
And all this for that woman.
She looked at Stella with complicated emotions in her eyes. She thought that Weston reached a helping hand out to her because she was special to him.
But right now, at this moment, she could deeply sense that Stella was the special one in his heart.
All a stranger had to do was bump into her, and it was enough to send Weston flying into a rage, driving him to almost chop that man up into pieces. Just how much did he care for her? The man did not expect himself to get into such deep trouble. He collapsed on the floor, unable to retaliate after getting kicked in the stomach. He threw up fresh blood and felt his body tearing apart from the inside. âI was wrong⦠I really didnât mean it⦠I apologize to her! Iâll compensate her! Please spare me!â âSpare you? When you bumped into her just now, did you think about sparing her?â Westonâs voice was cold.
âIf anything were to happen to her, youâll be in a sorry plight.â With that, he strangled his neck, pulled him up from the ground, and flung him to a wall.â Does it hurt?â
âYes.â
âThatâs the way. Feel the pain she felt just now.â
This was also Stellaâs first time seeing Weston so furious..
His eyes were burning red. His eyes which were originally deep and unfathomable like the night sky now had a storm brewing in their depths.
Stella leaned against the wall and watched as Weston beat the man to near death. If no one stopped him, it was highly likely that Weston would take his life. Chris and Daisy were aware of that possibility and warned, âEnough, Weston! Donât blow this out of proportion.â
Chris had already beaten up the man just now and thought he was reckless enough. He did not expect Weston to behave even crazier than he did.
Westonâs previous nonchalance was simply because no one had rubbed him off the wrong way. When that happened, however, Weston was scarier than anyone else. Daisy was similarly taken aback by Westonâs behavior. She immediately yelled, âMr. Ford, stop! Youâll kill himâ¦â
She had no idea how things could descend to such a low. Here, the man she thought most rational was hitting another man to death just because he bumped into Stella.
Was this the Weston she knew?
Upon seeing that Weston had no intention of stopping, Chris turned towards Stella anxiously, âAre you just going to watch as he beats the man to death?â Anxiety flashed past his eyes.