Seething with anger at the sight of Stan in disheveled clothes, Frederic snapped, "Stan, do you think I wouldn't dare to hurt you just because of your dad?"
Without giving Stan a chance to react, Frederic charged at him like a wild beast, pinning him to the ground and unleashing a barrage of punches.
Frederic was consumed with images of Joey in a bathrobe, her face flushed, lying on the bed.
Her hair was wet, and even her pale neck was reddened.
Frederic knew she was overwhelmed by desire. After all, he was too familiar with her lustful look.
She was his woman, yet now she lay in another man's bed.
How could he possibly swallow this insult?
His punches grew heavier, leaving Stan with no chance to fight back.
Suddenly, a weak voice broke through.
"Frederic, stop!"
Joey's words wer
