Chapter 4
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"Stop right there! Hitting someone and running away——are you even a man?" The long-haired man seemed a bit panicked, and with the traffic, he wasn't getting away quickly. However, Melina still found it difficult to chase him on foot. Just as he was about to escape, she took off her high heels and hurled them at him with all her might.
"Ouch!" The long-haired man yelped in pain. Hit twice by Melina's formidable high heels, his already guilty conscience combined with the unexpected attack made his hand slip, causing the motorcycle to swerve and stall. Melina seized the opportunity, ran up, and pulled out the keys from the motorcycle.
"Are you still trying to run?" Melina yelled, hands on her hips and panting heavily. She was furious.
The long-haired man, hit by the shoes and having someone intervene, became angry and raised his hand to strike Melina.
Just as Melina was about to react, someone moved faster, grabbing the man's arm mid-swing.
Bronze skin, long fingers, a familiar aura and presence—Melina couldn't help but turn to look. She met a pair of cold, steady eyes, belonging to a familiar handsome face. She couldn't take her eyes off him, staring blankly.
"Young lady, were you a shot-putter before?" The sudden voice snapped Melina back to reality. She realized she'd been staring at Adrian and quickly averted her gaze, turning to see the elderly man who had been hit, being helped over by a middle-aged man. He seemed to be okay.
"I've never done shot-put, but I can throw rocks accurately. Are you alright?" Melina asked.
The old man waved his hand, smiling, "I'm fine. These old bones are still sturdy enough."
The long-haired man, now intimidated by Adrian's presence, fell silent. Adrian released him and said to the driver, " Take Grandpa to the hospital for a check-up."
The driver quickly responded, "Yes."
"Yes, go get checked to be safe," Melina added, glancing again at the old man, now knowing he was Adrian's grandfather. She felt a bit closer to him now.
Grandpa Chambers chuckled, "Adrian, you must properly thank this young lady for me. Young lady, if you have time, come over to our house. I'd like to thank you properly."
"You're too kind. It was nothing."
"Let's go, Mr’s Chambers. Get checked at the hospital first. " the driver said, helping Grandpa away. The crowd dispersed as well. Adrian glared at the long-haired man, “ID card."
The man, sweating profusely, handed over his ID without a word. Adrian glanced at it and handed it back, "If anything happens to my grandfather, I'll find you. Now, get lost."
The long-haired man, anxious, looked at Melina, "Keys."
Melina remembered the keys in her hand and tossed them to him, "Be more careful when riding next time. Not everyone will be as forgiving."
"Yes, Lady." he mumbled and quickly sped away on his motorcycle.
Adrian noticed Melina's bare feet and walked over to retrieve her shoes. He bent down and picked them up, causing Melina to blush. He was picking up her shoes!
She felt a mix of emotions. He probably didn't remember her at all, not even from Lillian's birthday party. He hadn't even glanced at her then. He definitely didn't remember their night together. She felt a twinge of sadness and embarrassment, looking down at her feet, toes curling in shame.
When Adrian handed her the shoes, she quickly took them, blushing, and fumbled to put them on. As she looked up, she saw him holding something.
She looked suspicious, and he held the thing in his hand in front of her and said coldly: "Take it."
Finally seeing it was a check, her heart skipped a beat, then filled with anger. "What do you mean by this?"
Adrian seemed impatient, "Thank you for your help today."
Melina felt insulted. Did Adrian have to do this? She tried to stay calm, speaking firmly, "It was nothing. I don't help people for money. Mr. Chambers, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."
She turned to go, but Adrian blocked her way, "Take it. I don't like owing anyone."
Melina looked at Adrian, her heart aching, her face flushed with anger. Was money everything to him? "Fine, I'll take it," she said, grabbing the check in a fit of anger. She spotted a beggar nearby, walked over, and placed the check in his bowl. Turning, she shot Adrian a fierce look before heading to her car and driving off.
"One hundred thousand! One hundred thousand! I've hit the jackpot!" the beggar exclaimed. Adrian watched Melina leave, a flicker of something in his eyes, before he too turned and walked away. This woman really had guts.
Melina arrived at the café where she was to meet Lillian. Lillian, already impatient from waiting, watched as Melina sat down across from her. After ordering, Melina looked at Lillian's pretty face, unable to forget what she'd done.
"Why are you so late?"
Lillian still acted like they were close friends, speaking warmly and casually, as if nothing had happened. Melina cursed herself internally for being blind to the truth. "Traffic," she replied coldly.
Seeing Melina's reluctance to talk, Lillian smiled, "I guess you're mad at me. It's fine. I still consider you a friend. I have some good news. Adrian and I have decided to get married. You must come."
Married?
Melina felt like her heart was splitting in two, her limbs turning cold, her face draining of color. Blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy. She couldn't believe Adrian was marrying Lillian. It was all happening too fast, and the blow was too severe.
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