Jefferson grew even more furious when he saw his girlfriend's slightly bruised cheek. He was extremely curious about who had hurt her without his knowledge. He had ensured Larissa would be on a date with him all day, thus keeping her up late into the night. He could only return home peacefully after his fiance had finished her date.
The question now is, who slapped his lover in the face if not Larissa? After all, it would be impossible for Larissa to slap his lover with such force to cause such a bruise. As much as Larissa hates his lover, it's impossible to go to such lengths. There's no way the perpetrator could be Flint, since Flint has decided to be his best friend now. Could the perpetrator be someone close to him?
He didn't care who the culprit was now. His strong arms wrapped tightly around his lover's body as he stroked her swollen cheek. "Don't hold back your tears, Ella."
