Chapter 191

A single slap left Cheryl speechless, her hand on her cheek as she stumbled to the side, too stunned to utter another word.

Wasyl, his face a patchwork of bruises, managed to pull himself up. Spotting his chance, he lunged like a sprinter into his car, gunned the engine, and sped off.

Cheryl, still shaking and clutching her face, watched Wasyl's car disappear into the distance. Panic- stricken, she took off after him, her voice laced with desperation, "Wasyl! Wasyl! Don't leave me! Wait up! I'm not even in the car yet! Wasyl, you jerk, how could you just ditch me like that?"

And with that, the ridiculous spectacle came to an end.

After his escape, Wasyl ended up in the hospital, enduring a lengthy bandaging process. When he finally emerged, he was a sorry sight—face battered, limbs swathed in bandages, one arm and one leg freshly cast, hobbling along.

Wasyl couldn't hold back his curses. "Damn that Eaden, he's

wild hair and a look of utter disarray burst in, stopping the door with a forceful hand. She jabbed a finger at Wasyl's nose, her voice a torrent of fury, "Wasyl, what's your deal? You just bail on me and take off? I

no patience for soothing Cheryl. He retorted, exasperated, "Cheryl, it wasn't like I planned to abandon you. You saw what happened—they

heart sank as she realized those thugs were only after Wasyl. If she did not jump in, she

all wrong. Honey,

Cheryl touched his arm, sucking in air through clenched teeth. "Ouch,

Wafer? Ordering a beatdown

need to sort this out. However, first, please, get

the Stone family's cozy little home, the scene was much more peaceful. Liam, donned in an apron,

eyes red and puffy, a glaring red slap mark on her cheek. Without a

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