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Johnny’s face turned gloomy in an instant. He raised his hand suddenly, and the burly men behind him spread out in a fan shape, blocking Daniel and the others path
“Daniel, if you’re not taking Patricia away today, no one’s leaving Johnny growled, his voice dripping with malice.
For ages, he’d been living in Daniel’s shadow. Finally, he’d managed to snatch Daniel’s girlfriend, indulging in the satisfaction of having her for a few days to vent his frustrations.
But now, here he was, losing to Daniel again.
Losing was bad enough, but trying to toss the woman he’d discarded back to Daniel, only for Daniel to reject her, was a humiliation he couldn’t stomach.
He thought Daniel was crazy about Patricia. Yet, in just a few days, Daniel had already moved on to someone else. It turned out the woman Johnny had fought so hard to take was nothing more than someone Daniel didn’t care about
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, his eyes practically spitting fire.
Daniel’s brows furrowed into a sharp crease, his eyes flashing with irritation. He forcefully shoved Johnny’s outstretched hand. “Move.” The shove carried all of Daniel’s strength, catching Johnny off guard. He stumbled back a few steps, nearly falling to the ground. “You dare push me!” Johnny roared, his anger boiling over, With a shout, he lunged at Daniel.
Daniel didn’t back down. He sidestepped Johnny’s attack and countered with a punch that landed squarely on Johnny’s shoulder. The two men grappled, exchanging blows, as chaos erupted around them. It descended into chaos as fists flew and shouts echoed. Amid the commotion, Patricia swayed her hips as she sauntered over to Lucy.
The delicate, pitiful facade she usually wore had vanished, replaced by a twisted expression of malice and provocation. “He’s a man I threw away, and you’re acting like he’s some prize? she sneered
Lucy cast her a brief, indifferent glance before turning her attention back to the brawl.
Being ignored only made Patricia’s features contort further in rage. “I’m talking to you!” she snapped.
But Lucy remained unmoved.
Patricia’s fury erupted. “You bitch! Daniel humiliated me because of you. Who do you think you are? Just a poor student acting all innocent!”
Patricia couldn’t stand those prim and proper schoolgirls. Trapped in her own mess, she hated seeing others untouched by it. Without warning, she raised her hand and slapped Lucy hard across the face.
A cold, hard glint flashed in Lucy’s eyes. Almost instinctively, her hand dove into her pocket, fingers gripping the butterfly knife. If anyone dared to strike her without reason, they’d pay with blood.
Just as Lucy was about to pull out the knife and retaliate, the piercing screech of tires cut through the air. A sleek black Maybach came to a smooth stop by the roadside
The car window rolled down slowly, revealing Turner’s refined and strikingly handsome face. “Lucy, I knew it was you,” he said.
Turner’s sudden appearance made Lucy’s heart sink like a stone, She froze, her hand still gripping the knife in her pocket, completely stunned
It’s over Tuner saw everything. Would he tell Mom! Or worse, would he tell Camila? she wondered. The thought sent chills down her spine.
While Lucy was still lost in her panic, Patricia’s hand came down hard on her cheek with a loud smack, the force of it sending her stumbling backward.
Her cheek Inurned fiercely, but Lucy seemed oblivious to the pain. Her first instinct was to glance at Tume
Turner’s eyes narrowed sharply, his gaze darkening. Without hesitation, he stepped out of the car, shoved Patricia aside, and rushed to Lucy’s side. “Lucy, are you hurt?” he asked.
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Lucy looked u
at him, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. She didn’t know how to explain.
Turner didn’t wait for an explanation. With a frown, his eyes flicked over the delinquent men fighting nearby and then locked onto the red mark of Patricia’s slap on Lucy’s face. Without saying a word, he grabbed her arm and pulled her away.
Lucy stumbled as he pulled her along. Her steps were unsteady as she struggled to keep up. Once inside the car, the door shut with at decisive click, and the Maybach sped off without delay.
Daniel, still caught up in the chaos of the fight, turned toward the retreating car and roared, “Stop the damn car! She’s mine!”
Lucy sat in the passenger seat with her head bowed, messy strands of hair falling around her face. The bright red imprint of the slap barely showed through the tangle of her hair.
Her hands were tightly clasped, fingers instinctively rubbing together. Her knuckles turned white from the tension.
She stole a glance at Turner, who was engrossed in driving. She parted her lips several times, only to falter and fall silent, unsure how to explain.
It was eerily quiet in the car.
Every second felt like an eternity. Lucy’s mind raced, scrambling for an excuse, but nothing seemed right
Turner didn’t ask a single question during the drive. His silence only made Lucy’s unease grow stronger.
Finally, the car came to a slow stop. Turner unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the door, and stepped out. Lucy took a deep breath and followed him, trailing behind.
Once inside the room, Turner walked straight to the sofa and sat down. He rested his hands on his knees, his gaze calm yet piercing, as if searching for answers.
Lucy stood still, feeling extremely uneasy inside.
After a long pause, Turner let out a sigh, breaking the silence. “Take a seat. I’ll grab the first aid kit,” he said evenly, his tone giving nothing away.
Lucy blinked in surprise. Only after he got up and left did she slowly lower herself onto the sofa.
This was the second time Lucy had been to Turner’s place. His home was as spotless as ever, with the furniture neatly arranged and not a speck of dust in sight.
She thought it made sense. He was gay,
y, and gay guys always seemed to have’s thing for cleanliness. The thought made her feel a little
uncasy.
Wait, could he and his boyfriend have… had sex on this couch? The idea made Lucy jump to her feet, her face slightly flushed
“What’s wrong?” Turner asked as he walked in, noticing her flustered expression and looking puzzled.
“Oh, n–nothing,” Lucy stammered.
“Sit down. I’ll take care of your wound, Turner said calmly.
Lucy hesitated, glancing at the couch with reluctance and resignation. She braced herself and sat down.
Turner sat directly in front of her, picked up the ointment, and carefully began applying it to her injury.
The two were so close that Lury could catch a faint whiff of the soap scent lingering on him–clean, fresh, and subtle.
She had always been captivated by his face. It was strikingly handsome, with a touch of ruggedness in its features, yet softened by an underlying warmth and kindness.
Now, with this attractive man so close, Lucy found her breathing uneven, her heartbeat completely out of sync.
To case her awkwardness, Lucy cleared her throat lightly and said in a low voice, “About what happened today, could you not tell my moin or Camila Her tone was cautious, almost pleading.
Turner’s hand froze. He looked up, locking eyes with her, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Is someone threatening you!”
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“Huh?” Lucy froze for a moment before quickly shaking her head. “No, not at all.”
Turner’s brows furrowed slightly. “The guy on the motorcycle is the same one who made you serve drinks at the bar last time. If you’re not being threatened, why are you still associating with someone like that?”
Lucy opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.
“If he’s threatening you, I can take care of him for you,” Turner offered, his tone steady but firm.
Lucy’s eyes widened in alarm, and she shook her head frantically. “No, he’s not threatening me!” She couldn’t afford to lose her chance to get money from Daniel.
Turner studied her intently, as if trying to discern the truth behind her words.
Feeling increasingly nervous, Lucy instinctively leaned back, putting some distance between them. Then, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a bank card, holding it out to him. “Here’s your money. I’m giving it back.”
Turner narrowed his eyes. “If it’s not money you’re after, what is it? Me? Or are you thinking of making a fuss about what I did to you?”
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