"Oh, that? That's my proof of calling off the engagement."
Joyce stumbled back in disbelief, staring at me, her body swaying.
She forced herself to maintain her dignity, asking carefully.
"Colten, are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious."
Before she could say something more, Grayson grabbed her hand, shielding her behind him possessively.
"Joyce, arguing with this brute is pointless. He has no manners!
"Come with me. If Colten doesn't cherish you, I will take good care of you!"
I shrugged, feeling indifferent, watching as Grayson touched Joyce's face, his eyes filled with pity.
Joyce's tears immediately overflowed.
She bit her lip and turned to me. Seeing I was unresponsive, she stood on tiptoe and kissed Grayson in front of everyone.
"Grayson, you're so nice to me. I'll be with you from now on. Just let him regret it!"
I scoffed, "I will never regret it."
…
Watching them leave hand in hand, I narrowed my eyes.
A man who could watch his woman get beaten and only dared to stand up after it was over was nothing but a coward.
I wanted to see what kind of so-called happiness this type of man could bring Joyce.
As I expected, things unfolded accordingly.