The photographers were held back by one guard, while another grabbed Otthen by the shoulder and urged him to retreat into another room. But he stayed and stared at the mass of reporters. The flashed image of his worst humiliation burned into his mind.
Otthen turned his face stormy as he looked at Cynthia, who was still trying to maintain her composure, as the guards began pushing the paparazzi out.
He was about to blush out at Cynthia with anger for again trying to kiss him in public while he is too much drunk.
Cynthia suddenly chunked her chest, “Otthen... it hurts.”
He turned back to see Cynthia clutching her chest and her face contorted in pain, caught between anger and shock.
The rage and humiliation he’d felt before was replaced by a wave of panic.
Cynthia was sick. She’d tol
