NovelBookChapter 349: That was it. Hadley's composure, already hanging by a thread, snapped. She had been forcing herself to endure his touch, to stay silent, to play along.
But this-this was something no woman should ever be expected to tolerate.
Before anyone could react, she hurled the drink straight into Wayne's face without a second thought.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You little-1" Wine streamed down Wayne's cheeks, dripping from his chin. His face twisted with rage as he shot to his feet, cursing furiously.
With a sharp swipe, he dragged the back of his hand across his face, and then lunged for Hadley.
"You bitch!" The room rang with the sharp crack of glass breaking.
Hadley had slammed the glass against the table's edge.
Shards scattered to the floor, leaving her with nothing but the jagged stem clutched tightly in her fist.
Her eyes burned with fury as she raised it, the sharp tip pointed directly at Wayne.
"Stay back! Don't you dare cnear me!" "Hadley!" Elvin sprang forward, alarm flashing across his face as he reached for her.
"Don't touch me! Stay away, all of you!" Hadley was beyond reason now, her entire body wound tight with raw defiance. She kept the broken glass raised, ready to strike at anyone who dared approach. Wayne threw his head back with a laugh, his amusement edged with malice. "Look at this crazy bitch! You think that's gonna stop me?" "Don't cany closer..." Hadley frantically shook her head, her grip tightening around the broken stem until the jagged edges dug into her fingers. Crimson streaks welled up, stark against her skin.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'm on my way over!" Wayne's voice dripped with arrogance as he stormed forward, closing the distance in two long strides. He grabbed Hadley's wrist with a rough jerk.
"What now, sweetheart?" Hadley's vision blurred. Her breath cin uneven gasps, and her grip on the broken glass wavered. She looked as if she might collapse at any second.
"Well, this is interesting." A slow, amused chuckle rippled through the silence.
Every head turned sharply toward the voice.
Eric, who had been lounging on a row of couches in the cornen, rose at an uphurried pace. "Mr. Flynn?"
The shift in atmosphere was immediate. In an instant, Wayne and the others wiped away their prior expressions, replacing them with carefully measured, fawning smiles.
"Mr. Flynn, apologies for the commotion," one of them quickly? offered. The content is on e novelenglish.net!
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