You Still Like Him, Don't You?

Upon hearing my question, Rex's bruised face contorted into a frown, and his red eyes turned fiery cold. "That motherfucker." He cursed in a voice filled with rage and walked towards me, anger evident on his face.

I eyed Rex in bedazzle. When Rex left the forest, he left in one piece, with no wound on his face, unlike now.

Although Rex's clothes looked clean, there were a few wrinkles on them, and his face was bruised as if he had just fought. And it can only be linked to a certain someone who had just sent his image to me a few minutes ago.

"Rex. You went to fight Oswald?" My eyes widened in disbelief. Although I knew Rex and Oswald didn't see eye to eye, I didn't expect them to fight each other this soon.

Suddenly, a thought flashed past my mind, and it made my mood change. However, I tried to stay calm. I stared at Rex's face intently in a bid to catch the trace of any emotions that flashed past his eyes. "No, you didn't involve Wyatt and Asher, did you?" I asked in a grave voice,