Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Slapping Jeremiah for Eric

I stood at the entrance of the hospital, assuming Jeremiah was bluffing and wouldn't resort to violence.

Dark malice flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly shoved Eric aside. Then, he grabbed my arm and dragged me away.

There was a flight of stairs ahead. I was caught off guard by his swift action, and before I could notice them, I missed a step. My foot slipped

Jeremiah happened to loosen his grip slightly. Just as I slipped from his

grasp, I heard a startled shout. “Jane!",

I was about to hit the ground when a strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back in the opposite direction. I collided

with a firm, warm chest. Shaken, I instinctively wrapped my arms around the person's waist, and my heart pounded as if it were going to lea Eric was briefly stunned. After a brief pause, he gave me soft pats on the back, and his voice carried a subtle gentleness. "You're fine now. I As I recovered from my shock, I shook my head and heaved a sigh of relief. Why was it that Eric was always the one to save me whenever As soon as I steadied myself, Jeremiah stormed over like a madman and forced us apart. He glared

Eric with bloodshot eyes. "Let go! Hugging and being

my eyes, huh? Do you take

of anger through me. I didn't hesitate to slap him across the face. The sound of the crisp clap silenced

Jeremiah stared at me

over the slap

nothing to do with Eric. It's for myself. You deserve this

if he hadn't insisted

that he let go of my hand at

of concern now felt more like

interest in hearing whatever he had to say. I turned

to look at me with dark unreadable eyes.

I rubbed my temples and forced a weak smile. "I'm fine. Thanks