Irene looked up, glaring at Bryce, with a dark face. The woman's eyebrows met and she pressed her lips together. "Damn! Did you just throw me away like a rag doll?!" she yelled.
Bryce raised his hand and slapped Irene's cheek, hard. The woman's face turned to the left and a reddish handprint appeared on her cheek. Irene drew a breath and looked wide-eyed at the man standing in front of her. "W-Why did you slap me?" she asked, trembling. There were tears in the corners of her eyes.
Jenica frowned, displeased at what she saw. "Mr. Desmana, even though that woman slept with your mortal enemy, she's still your fiancee and a woman. Your hand is too heavy for her."
Bryce took a deep breath and turned around. "I don't want to see your face. Leave!" he shouted.
Irene quickly stood and ran towa
