Chapter 62

“By the way, happy birthday darling,” I say playfully. Emily, fuming with rage, walks away from me without saying anything. I roll my eyes and turn to look for Ethan. He's nowhere to be seen.

As someone grasps my wrist and pulls me, I turn my head slightly. I see Ethan appearing out of nowhere, saving my head with his hand from Emily’s wrath, who attacks with a bottle. The bottle shatters on his forearm, the sound echoing in the whole place. We both flinch, but miraculously he's not injured. Small shards of glass scatter, but no blood is drawn.

But now, my blood boils in anger. I glare into Emily's eyes, my chest heaving up and down due to my outrage. How dare she! Ethan could be injured. She was wanting to hurt me, but Ethan came to protect me. What if his hand could start bleeding?

Tangling my hand in Emily's hair, I grasp her hair and yank her towards me.

“Belle, what the heck are you doing?” she cries out, her breathing coming in gasps as her hands fly to her head.

Still