Until now, I hadn’t really taken a good look at him, but when I did, there was something strangely familiar about his face.
Reid wiped the coffee from his face with tissues, his hands shaking with anger.
“Weston Jensen, are you crazy?! Do you even know what you just did?!”
I looked at him coldly. “Of course, I know what I’m doing. I’m teaching a lesson to someone who made a mistake but still refuses to take responsibility.”
“You! Do you even know who I am?” Reid yelled.
I gave a faint smile. “I don’t care who you are. To me, you’re nothing.”
Just then, Dahlia walked in. When she saw Reid’s messy appearance, her face instantly darkened.
Ignoring me completely, she hurried over to him, holding his face with both hands, her eyes filled with worry as she checked him over.
“Reid, are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere?”
That soft, gentle tone, she had never once spoken to me like that. Even when I had a fever, all she said was, “Drink more hot water.”
Reid looked up at her with tears in his eyes and said in a trembling voice, “Dahlia, my face hurts so much. Did Weston really want to ruin my face?”
Then, without warning, he buried himself in Dahlia’s arms.