Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The woman scoffed, her high heels clicking against the pavement as she turned and walked away.

York, however, only chuckled lightly, dismissing her words with a wave of his hand.

The bitterness of love?

Please-

Give me a break!

No sooner had the woman left than a young girl stepped out of the bar.

She was wearing a mini skirt, showing off her creamy legs, with her curly hair flowing over her shoulders, and her makeup was flawless, making her look like a living doll. "Mr. Gibson..."

She moved closer, expecting him to welcome her advances, but York smoothly stepped aside.

With a long arm, he pulled Leda close by the waist.

Leda, who had been happily people-watching, gasped in surprise.

York looked at the young girl, "Sorry, you're a bit late."

The girl bit her lip, casting a resentful glance at Leda before reluctantly walking away.

"Using me as a shield?" Leda crossed her arms, a cold laugh escaping her lips, "And get your filthy hand off me!"

York had intended to let go, but now he didn't want to.

"What if I don't? What are you going to do about it?"

Leda laughed, a hint of challenge in her eyes, "Playing dirty now? Fine."

York could understand the warning in her smile,

Ow! Ow!" His cries of pain sounded like

to play dirty?"

get it! Let go, my arm's gonna

her

her grip but didn't let go, instead

spoke calmly, "Now, can you take your hand

couldn't help but laugh, though it

maneuvered his hand back to where it

felt like a parent telling a child to get up from where

in this scenario, York

Leda was the parent!

Damn!

What an insult!

A blatant insult!

stormed out of the

mind?! You said we'd meet at eight, look at the time now! How long have you

something happened to you on the way here, or

York, his expression turning into a sneer,

hand was still

he did

to collaborate, to keep up appearances for your family? Too

en

that, he

away York's hand, "Looking for another

retracted his

leave, wondering what a mess the day had turned