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

"Let go!

my eyes, huh?

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

Jeremiah stared at me

over the slap

saying, “This has nothing to do with Eric. It's for myself. You deserve

wouldn't have almost slipped if he hadn't insisted on dragging me away.

that he let go of my hand at

now felt more like

wanted to speak, but I had no interest in hearing whatever he had to say.

turned to

my temples and forced a weak smile. "I'm fine. Thanks for today. I'll head