Chapter 44
Barging forward, he shoved Stella aside with force, “Have you lost your mind? Is this the place for your antics?”
Stella glanced at her freshly ruined manicure. She hadn’t controlled her strength, and now, her new nails were destroyed. Her mood, already sour, soured further.
“Not the time for my antics? It’s not like this is the first time.”
Jaxon was livid, “You…”
Seeing Stella’s defiant attitude only fueled his anger. His hand raised, ready to slap her across the face. In his mind, she deserved a lesson for her outrageous behavior over the past few days.
But just as he swung with all his might, aiming for her face, his wrist was abruptly seized.
At the same moment, Stella’s knee found its way to his groin.
Jaxon let out a pained groan, his face twisting in agony.
“Stella, you…”
Finley, who had grabbed Jaxon’s wrist, was about to throw a punch at the man who dared to hit a woman. But before he could act, Jaxon was already curled up on the ground in pain.
Finley’s lips twitched, “What’s the deal? Trying to scam us?”
He hadn’t even touched him yet. But Jaxon’s pained expression seemed all too real.
Susanna turned to Stella, who calmly lowered her knee.
Finley, catching a glimpse of Stella’s calm demeanor, felt speechless for a moment. He had thought he’d need to intervene, or she’d be hit, but clearly, Stella could handle herself just fine.
“Jaxon, Jaxon!”
Sirena rushed to Jaxon’s side, yelling as she saw how painful he seemed, “What the hell did you do to him?”
“Call an ambulance, quick!”
Jaxon felt as if his world had shattered. Stella, a lady, attacking a man where it hurts most? How humiliating!
He was furious.
Yorick, witnessing Jaxon’s defeat at Stella’s hands, angrily approached her, “What’s this all about? Let me tell you, even if you turn Portis City upside down, I’m not going to marry you.”
Stella remained speechless, as did Finley.
Yorick’s firm stance made Finley glance at Stella, while just because of his words, the onlookers viewed her with disdain.
Someone whispered, “Didn’t she announce her break–up with Mr. Quarry? Is she regretting it now?”
Another added, “Even if she regrets it, Mr. Quarry clearly won’t marry her now.”
A third commented, “A woman should be kind and gentle sometimes. Look at her, acting like a shrew. No wonder the Larkin family and Mr. Quarry don’t like her. Who would?”
Just as Yorick was about to say more, his phone vibrated.
A message from Cloudia showed Ursula on a hospital bed; she was awake, curling up in agony, her hair soaked with sweat.
Seeing Ursula in such a state softened Yorick’s anger. He turned to Stella, grabbing her wrist, “Let’s not fight, okay?”
Stella frowned, “Let go.”
There was a flash of disgust in her eyes, barely noticeable but still caught by Yorick.
