Second Chance Soulmate: Engaged (Marked By Fate Series #1)

14.5: Better

“Max... Max, oh my god, I'm so sorry... Love, I didn't mean to— to do that, Max...” Brian, regaining his right state of mind and composure, did not take too long until he realized what he's done.

Guilt has written itself all over the boy's face, he was stuttering so bad and couldn't find the right words, his eyes were also wondering around and couldn't put itself against Maxien's pained ones that was still staring up at him with questioning glare, as if silently reading if she actually knew whoever was with her.

“I really don't know you anymore, Bry,” she uttered bitterly, shaking her head slowly with a sad downward smile.

Count couldn't say a thing, could only watch as Maxien threw Brian a last glance before making her way out of the place, walking briskly and never looking back until she vanished from the CEO's vision.

Brian then followed suit. And just like that, Count was left alone again.

What just happened? And why did he have to witness all of that, and get in between the couple's fight again? At this point, it was getting more and more ridiculous, that even the pinches and stings on his left chest felt funny.

“Max! Wait up and hear me out, please! Hey, Max! Max!”

“LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, BRIAN!”

The shouts were still audible, despite their distance from Count. Either their yells were too loud, or the surroundings at this hour was just too eerie, be could not tell.

Unknowingly, his feet moved subconsciously and against his will, slowly strutting forward first, and then fastly, so he could catch up to the arguing pair.

The reason why he did just that, Count did not know just too. Was he too nosy now? Was he concerned? Or was he just worried that Brian might do something worse to Maxien, considering the possibilities of him eliciting yet another physical assault to hurt Maxien? Whatever, maybe any of those would do to explain his behavior.

As soon as he crossed the lot's ramp exit, he spotted Brian and Maxien, still fighting, not so far away.

And hell, did it make his blood boil and fist clench when he realized what Brian was doing. The boy was forcefully grasping Maxien and pulling the girl into a hug, unwilling to let go despite the latter squirming to get away, crying and screaming for help, but no one was near to save her, aside from Count.

“That f*cker,” Count groaned.

He then started running towards the two, as fast as he could to extend a hand and get Brian for Maxien. However, before he could even reach the spot and free the girl, Maxien has already pushed her fiancé away, kneeled his nuts, then slapped the boy, hard and madly, leaving him wincing in pain while grasping his front, as if that would help in lessening the effects of the most hurtful attack a man could ever experience.

Still astounded, Brian wasn't able to run after Maxien when the girl flew, and just fell on his side by the dirty ground, still grunting at the consequence of his actions.

“You do not deserve Maxien, not any little, f*cking assh*le,” Count hissed lowly, hoping that Brian could realize that same thing, even without him chanting it on the letter's face.

He then turned back inside the parking lot and mounted on his car in a haste.

Chewing on his lips as he struggled to put the key inside and it for the engine to start running, he hissed. His hands were shaky, his eyes felt watery and hot, his whole body was burning, and his sight seemed blurry and dark due to the anger building and clouding his system.

And it did not seem near to leaving his mind.

How did Brian resorted to hitting his girl because of a petty fight?

Nobody's allowed to hit a girl in any way. Even if Count did not know the victim, he would surely stand with his beliefs and put the assaulter to his deserved place.

Him getting punched in the face and wounded was a different thing, but seeing a lady as precious as Maxien Alforque experience it, that was when he would draw the line and man up.

As a result, he hated Brian, more than he thought he would ever do. Now, he could validate the weird feeling he used to ponder about whenever he would see Maxien's fiancé.

If Brian was able to do that once to the girl he apparently loved the most, certainly, he would be able to do that again in the future, again, and again.

Maxien— not just her, but nobody deserves all that.

It didn't take Count a long drive before he spotted Maxien's weakly walking figur across the streets. She looked too broken to even pull her sh*t together, too much of a wreck.

“Can Maxien go home in that state? F*ck you to f*cking hell, and I will make sure to drag you there with me, Brian.”

It could have been easier for the both of them if Count mustered his courage and approached Maxien to convince her to get on the car so he could drop her home already, however, instead of doing so, Count settled with staying behind and watching her from afar.

Maxien has gone through a lot that day already, and probably in the past days, too. Her frustrations might have piled up already, and he should not add to her problems anymore.

Count just watched her without a word, following suit and slowly at the girl's back, simply making sure that Maxien would get somewhere safe and sound.

Yeah. It was better like that.

Besides, it was enough for Count to just see Maxien from afar. It was better than getting her hurt and cause her pain whenever she would be near Count.

Yes. That was so much better.