I Choose Him, Your Worst Enemy novel Chapter 3

Lorelei snatched the coffee from Wynette's hand and splashed it onto her own face.

Then she slapped herself.

Her frail body swayed—and she "accidentally" fell.

Her forehead hit the edge of the table. Warm liquid blurred her vision.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have clung to Noah. I apologize. If hitting me makes you feel better, then hit me. I won't fight back." Lorelei sat on the floor, shaking her head, sobbing through her words.

From a distance, Noah heard the commotion downstairs.

He rushed down. What he saw was Lorelei in a mess, her choked pleas ringing in his ears. His blood boiled instantly.

"Lorelei!" He ran to her side.

When he saw the coffee stains mixed with blood on her face—and the clear handprint—his expression darkened.

He glared at Wynette. "Wynette, have you lost your mind? Apologize to Lorelei."

Wynette met his eyes. "If I say it wasn't me, would you believe me?"

She waited. Waited for his verdict.

"You're telling me she poured coffee on herself, slapped herself, and threw herself to the ground?" Noah gritted his teeth.

He let out a cold laugh. "Wynette, I saw it with my own eyes. Do you think I'm blind?"

A few simple sentences. That was enough. He didn't believe her.

She had expected it. Still, hearing it out loud made her heart tighten.

For some reason, Noah caught the flicker of pain in her eyes. He felt a strange moment of panic.

"Noah, it hurts. Did my face get burned?" Lorelei staggered up and collapsed into his arms.

The coffee had been scalding. Small blisters were already forming on her cheek.

She grabbed him in a hurry, pulling his attention back.

He suppressed that brief hesitation. When he looked at Wynette again, his eyes were icy. "Apologize."

"Noah, forget it. If it makes Wynette feel better, I can handle it. It's fine." Lorelei looked up at him, pitiful and soft.

She deliberately turned the cheek with the handprint toward him, showing her wounded side.

His gaze at Wynette grew even colder.

Wynette watched Lorelei's performance. Especially after Noah had come home last night and blamed her without asking a single question. Her heart went cold.

She narrowed her eyes, a mocking smile curling at her lips. "Are you sure you want me to apologize?"

If he had listened carefully, he would've heard the sarcasm.

But all his attention was on Lorelei.

Even Lorelei thought Wynette was about to give in. Out of Noah's sight, she curled her lips and shot Wynette a smug, provocative look.

"Apologize," Noah repeated firmly.

Wynette smiled. Then she turned and walked into the kitchen.

She came back with a fresh cup of coffee.

Both of them stared at her, confused.

The next second, she gave them the answer.

Her face turned cold as she flung the coffee at Lorelei.

"Ouch—!"

Lorelei never expected Wynette to actually do it in front of Noah. The scalding coffee hit her face, and she screamed.

But Wynette wasn't done.

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