The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 437

Chapter 436

Abby had dealt with lecherous creeps before, but nothing like this—it was practically daylight assault, no different from a mugging on the street.

Stella leaned in to comfort her. "It's okay, Abby. It's over now."

Neville glanced at Mr. Hunter with a sardonic smile. "Mr. Hunter, what's this? You made the poor girl cry?"

Mr. Hunter realized he'd crossed a line he couldn't come back from.

Without a word, he dropped to his knees, slapping himself across the face again and again.

"Mr. Connolly, I was wrong! I shouldn't have done it—I swear, I'll never do it again!"

He didn't hold back. Each slap landed hard, and within moments, his cheeks were swollen and red.

Desperate to prove his remorse, Mr. Hunter seized a wine bottle from the coffee table and smashed it against his own head, "thud, thud," splintering glass everywhere.

No one moved to stop him-shards rained across the private room, but the only sound was the bottle shattering.

Abby was stunned by the spectacle, frozen in place.

It wasn't until Mr. Hunter knocked himself out cold that Neville finally looked away. He turned to Stella. "We've got Abby. Ready to go?"

Stella nodded quietly.

glanced at the man beside her and said softly, "Thank

smiled. "No need for

too well-if Neville hadn't stepped in, she never could have found Abby

on, let's get you

high fever but still came running to help, felt even

sorry. I acted

nothing wrong.

light

this wasn't just bad luck. Maybe...

sucked in a sharp breath,

hour later, Neville drove

with her while she got her

Mr. Connolly. Really, you should get some rest. Marvin's waiting

his

to leave. "Marvin's

bedtime stories-whether I'm there or not doesn't

"I'll go grab some food.

understood-Neville wanted to stay

didn't refuse. "Just a cup of milk tea for

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