Don't cry

Vespera squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for Yvonne's assault. She'd signed the contract to protect Cheryl, never imagining she'd have another chance to escape.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine pierced the air, followed by the screech of brakes. A sleek sports car screeched to a halt beside Vespera, the wind from its arrival tousling her hair.

Vespera stared in disbelief as a man stepped out of the car. Dressed in a suit and wearing an uncharacteristically serious expression, his gaze was razor-sharp. He strode over, pulling Vespera behind him, and to everyone's shock, slapped Yvonne across the face!

Alaric, the city's notorious playboy, had actually hit a woman!

He hadn't held back. Yvonne's cheek instantly swelled and reddened. She gaped at Alaric, her voice trembling, "How... how dare you to hit me?"

Yvonne had probably never imagined that her pretty face would be slapped by a man.

Alaric glared at her coldly. "So what if I hit you? Try anything else, and I'll end you."

"Hah,