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Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 332

The woman scoffed, her high heels clicking against the pavement as she turned and walked away.

York, however, only chuckled lightly, dismissing her words with a wave of his hand.

The bitterness of love?

Please—

Give me a break!

No sooner had the woman left than a young girl stepped out of the bar.

She was wearing a mini skirt, showing off her creamy legs, with her curly hair flowing over her shoulders, and her makeup was flawless, making her look like a living doll.

"Mr. Gibson…"

She moved closer, expecting him to welcome her advances, but York smoothly stepped aside.

With a long arm, he pulled Leda close by the waist.

Leda, who had been happily people-watching, gasped in surprise.

York looked at the young girl, "Sorry, you're a bit late."

The girl bit her lip, casting a resentful glance at Leda before reluctantly walking away.

"Using me as a shield?" Leda crossed her arms, a cold laugh escaping her lips, "And get your filthy hand off me!"

York had intended to let go, but now he didn't want to.

"What if I don't? What are you going to do about it?"

Leda laughed, a hint of challenge in her eyes, "Playing dirty now? Fine."

Before York could understand the warning in her smile, he found his arm twisted behind his back.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" His cries of pain sounded like a pig being slaughtered.

"Still want to play dirty?" Leda smirked.

"No more, no more, I get it! Let go, my arm's gonna break!"

Leda rolled her eyes, "Pathetic…"

She loosened her grip but didn't let go, instead placing his hand back on her waist.

Under York's puzzled gaze, she spoke calmly, "Now, can you take your hand away? Thank you."

The man couldn't help but laugh, though it was more out of frustration than amusement.

She had just maneuvered his hand back to where it was, only to ask him to remove it?

It felt like a parent telling a child to get up from where they fell.

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