"I'm coming!" Simon chuckled, his eyes gleaming with greed and lust as he leaned in to kiss Natalie.
Natalie closed her eyes, waiting for Simon's kiss, but suddenly felt something warm spray across her face.
Opening her eyes, she saw Daniel had punched Simon, sending him flying.
Simon crashed to the ground like an injured cat, blood gushing from his mouth as his body convulsed. He looked utterly pathetic.
Seeing Simon's state, Natalie felt neither sadness nor joy—only relief. She had only pretended to be receptive to Simon because Daniel had angered her; she hadn't actually wanted to sleep with him.
"Daniel, you lost. You still love me!" Natalie looked at Daniel triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with victory. She knew he still cared for her.
Daniel frowned, his brow furrowed deeply.
