"Brother Luke, give me one minute, I just need one minute—"
"Why? Why do you have to make me so utterly defeated? Make me feel like Fenton Stuart is nothing but a fool for being self-deluded!"
The last sentence, he practically roared in hysteria, fueled by the fury in his heart. He pushed her away forcefully, as if from this moment on, the woman before him had become a stranger, unrecognizable.
Staggered by his shove, Belinda Howard nearly lost her balance and stumbled, almost falling.
Behind her, a firm arm swiftly steadied her, allowing her to regain her footing.
Seeing Horion Jones's concerned expression as he caught her in that instant, the flames of anger in Fenton Stuart's chest grew even more intense!
Feeling the hand that steadied her, Belinda Howard became flustered, overwhelmed with helplessness.
She turned her head, her voice filled with panic and shouting at Horion Jones, "Don't touch me!"
It was because of him that Brother Luke had once again misunderstood her.
