Chapter 157
Niamh stormed over with a cold expression, only to see Wendy apologizing repeatedly to Harvey.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry! 1 got your shoes dirty.”
As Wendy spoke, she knelt down. She held a towel, intending to wipe Harvey’s shoes clean.
In her haste, she failed to notice the glass shards scattered on the floor. As soon as her knees touched the ground, the sharp fragments pierced her skin, drawing blood.
She let out a cry of pain and collapsed onto the floor. Looking at her bloodied knee with shards of glass embedded in it, she was completely at a loss,
Harvey gazed down at Wendy from alsowe, his expression cold and unreadable. Her actions were all too transparent.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at him, trembling like a frightened little rabbit.
From a certain angle, this woman did bear some resemblance to Elara at 18.
“Oh no, you’re bleeding! Hurry, get up.”
Niamh immediately grabbed Wendy’s arm.
She tried to yank Wendy to her feet, but the moment Wendy looked up and saw Niamh, she reacted as if she had gone mad. She reacted wildly as she kicked and started screaming, “Let go of me! Stay away!”
Wendy was very resistant to Niamh. She twisted her arms and struggled wildly as if she was out of control “Don’t touch me! Don’t hit me! Ms. Jones, I beg you, don’t hit me! I didn’t seduce anyone!”
Her shouts and cries drew everyone’s attention. The high–profile guests, who had originally chosen to ignore the server’s mistake, all turned their heads to watch the commotion. Niamh was frozen in place under the weight of
so many stares.
For a brief moment, she felt that Wendxy had caused such a scene in front of Harvey just to bait her. So, that was her real intention. Was Wendy trying to take revenge for the beating she had suffered before?
Niamh smiled. She then spread her legs apart, crouched down, and rested both hands on her thighs, deliberately making herself look like an unrefined man.
She lightly patted Wendy’s face, narrowing her eyes. “What’s wrong, little miss? Why such a big reaction? I’m not like those filthy men–I would never hurt you.’
She seemed to be comforting Wendy, yet at the same time, her hands moved directly to seize her, gripping her waist tightly.
Wendy instantly tensed up, feeling trapped in Niamh’s grasp. Niamh glanced down at the shards of glass embedded in Wendy’s knee. She was already imagining how to press them even deeper into her leg.
“Look, you’re bleeding so much. Let me carry you over to get that taken care of.”
As Niamh said that, she held Wendy’s waist with one hand, while the other slipped under her legs, preparing to lift her up.
“Don’t touch me! Ms. Jones, please, I beg you don’t hit me! I can walk on my own!”
Wendy twisted her body in distress, trying to retreat. Tears streamed down her delicate and pale face. Her nose was flushed.
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Niamh cursed her inwardly What a short
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“Ms. Jones, why is she so afraid of you? You didn’t actually
A flicker of malice flashed through Namh’s eyes, but when
“How could that be! I’ve always been a gentleman to the La always looks so severn. He has no idea how to treat a woma
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