Sylvia's POV:

I lay prone on the roof, holding my breath as I peeped at the scene below.

Shawn could see me if he looked up. But he was entangled with Flora now and didn't even have the time to raise his head.

"Warren, help me teach him a lesson. He not only touched my butt but also said that my boobs are small!" Flora cried out loud in Warren's arms.

I had never seen Shawn look this helpless before. He was trying to explain something, but Flora's voice muffled his words.

"You want to die?" Warren asked coldly. He glared at Shawn as if he was going to burn him down with his gaze.

Shawn looked flustered. "I never touched you. I'm not even attracted to your body."

touched my face with such ferocity. He blocked me here and tried touching me as

an exceptional actor. No one could stop her when she was in the mood to deliver one

corners of Warren's

Warren showed up in time. Otherwise,

aside. Just as I thought someone was planning to start a fight with me, I realized it was Flora. In order to get rid of Shawn for me, Flora put on my cloak and let me hide on the roof. That was the

I just mistook you for

face?" Flora countered. "I think you just want to take advantage

angry that he punched the wall. "Shut up! I

man chases after me? What's your logic?" She burst into tears. "I wouldn't have reacted this way if he only chased me. But he touched me and pulled my hair as well. I take good care of my hair. Losing even a strand would break my heart. He grabbed me so hard and plucked a fistful of my hair. Warren, you should help me teach him a lesson for plucking my hair." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

of Flora and looked at Shawn -- his eyes blazing with anger. "Tell me, which hand did you use to

didn't bother explaining. "Both my hands.

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