Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 224

“It’s none of your damn business!” Jasmine hollered.

Just at this moment, the elevator door opened. Jasmine put a foot forward and prepared to enter.

Joyce’s face darkened as she halted Jasmine. “Hold it right there!”

The other woman instinctively stopped and turned around. “What do you want?”

“What do I want? To settle the score, that’s what!” Joyce sneered while she helped Natalie to the side. “Stay here, Nat.”

Natalie understood her friend’s intent. She grunted and put a hand to the wall to support herself.

After ensuring Natalie was comfortable, Joyce let go and advanced towards Jasmine before sending a backhand across the latter’s cheek.

The resounding smack had Jasmine momentarily stunned before she brought up a hand to cradle her own face. She then stared with her eyes wide open. “You dare hit me?”

Natalie did not expect Joyce to go in so strongly. The crispness of the resultant sound was telling of how much force she put behind it.

“You betcha. If you dared to grease the floor outside the restroom to trip up Nat, why wouldn’t I dare to hit you.” Joyce snarled. She shook off her own hand as she felt the sting of that blow herself as well.

A hint of alarm flashed across Jasmine’s eyes but it settled just as quickly. “What proof do you have of this accusation?”

“The evidence is in her bag!” Natalie exclaimed as she fingered at the clutch Jasmine was holding.

Joyce was spurred into action. She snatched the bag from Jasmine’s hands before the unsuspecting woman could react.

“What do you think you are doing? Give it back!” Jasmine’s expression changed as she screeched.

Joyce ignored her as she unzipped the clutch and emptied out its contents.

“This is it.” Joyce bent over to retrieve a small bottle from the floor and dangled it in front of Jasmine. “This is the evidence. What have you got to say for yourself?”

Jasmine’s pupils dilated as her face turned pallid. She then reached out to try and grab the bottle.

Joyce spun and deftly avoided her charge. “You want this? Not a chance!”