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Chapter 175
~Valerie’s POV~
Valerie scoffed. "If you had the decency to do it yourself, then maybe your thought would have counted."
"Oh if I did, would you have accepted them?" Kieran smirked.
"No. You will save me the sweat of catching up with you and I would have rejected you right on the spot."
Valerie did not wait for more of his speech and immediately turned to leave, but Kieran was not having the disgrace or rejection.
He grabbed her wrist too fast and firmly.
My heart clenched at the sight. If only he’d ever fight for me... he wouldn’t need to fight nor be insulted, nor would anyone assault him.
The moment Valerie’s hand tried to jerk away, he twisted her around, caging her against the wall with his body.
The flowers hit the floor and I froze in fear of what he could and would do.
Kieran leaned in, his voice a soft purr. "You really should be careful, Valerie. You might make me think you like playing hard to get."
"Get off me," Valerie hissed, eyes blazing.
His mouth tilted in a smirk. "Or what?"
Valerie couldn’t issue another round of threats when Kieran leaned in to do the one thing I hoped he wouldn’t—kiss her.
But he never got the chance as Valerie’s knee shot up hard between his legs.
Kieran let out a strangled gasp and doubled over instantly, one hand gripping his groin as the other braced against the wall.
I blinked.
She was breathing heavily, arm raised in warning.
My pulse pounded in my ears.
"You don’t get to touch me," Valerie growled, but Kieran refused to back down. Recovering fast, he took a step forward, closing the gap between them, and that was when everything exploded.
A shadow blurred across the hall—fast, merciless—and slammed into Kieran’s side, gripped him by the collar and sent him flying.
Kieran’s back hit the lockers with a loud, sickening thud.
My mouth hung open as I resisted the urge to scream. Kieran would hate that I butted into his fight even though everything in me was screaming, get him away.
And I was right to do so. The aura emitted by his attacker was deadly.
"What the—" Kieran choked out, clutching his ribs.
Then, before he could stand fully or recover from the attack, a fist collided with his face. Instantly, bones cracked and blood sprayed on the cold tiles.
Kieran dropped again with a scream, his nose bent at a wrong angle.
My heart skipped, my chest tightened.
"Who the hell—" he gasped, voice muffled, but he barely had time to speak as his face was met with another punch, this time from the side.
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