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.

his curses. "Damn that Eaden,

She jabbed a finger at Wasyl's nose, her voice a torrent of fury, "Wasyl, what's your deal? You just bail

patience for soothing Cheryl. He retorted, exasperated, "Cheryl, it wasn't like I planned to abandon you. You saw what happened—they were all over me. If I'd dragged you

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

I got it all wrong. Honey,

his arm, sucking

fumed, "What's wrong with that Mr. Eaden Wafer? Ordering a beatdown without even showing his face? And that Makson,

got to be some mix-up with Mr. Eaden Wafer. I need to sort this out. However, first, please, get me home. I can barely stand the pain! Those guards

home, the scene was much more peaceful. Liam, donned in an apron, was busy cooking, while Jovie played

looking worn out, her eyes red and puffy, a glaring red slap mark on her cheek.

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