Chapter 4

Lynn's POV

Piercing pain shot through my palm, but I didn't even furrow my brow.

I looked at the two people embracing tightly not far away and suddenly found the scene absurdly comical.

Lucas walked forward with a cold expression and yanked Victoria out of Alexander's arms.

"Alexander, you're overstepping. Victoria is my girlfriend."

Alexander's hand froze in mid-air. Only then did he snap back to reality.

He turned around and saw me sitting in a pool of blood. His face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Lynn!"

He rushed over in a panic, trying to help me up.

"I'm sorry, I was too anxious just now. I didn't mean to push you..."

I avoided his outstretched hand and pushed myself up from the floor using my uninjured left hand.

Blood dripped from my fingertips onto the carpet, one drop at a time, shocking to see.

I didn't cry or make a scene. I didn't even ask a single question.

I just looked at Alexander calmly.

"It's okay."

I smiled slightly.

"After all, she's more delicate."

Alexander's expression was terrible. An unprecedented sense of panic was written all over his face.

"Lynn, let me explain. I just-"

"I'm going to the restroom to take care of this."

I interrupted him, turned, and walked toward the restroom.

Cold water rushed over the wound, washing out the glass fragments. The pain was excruciating.

I looked at my pale face in the mirror and couldn't help but curl my lips into a cold smile.

The sound of high heels clicked behind me.

Victoria stood behind me at some point, arms crossed, smiling wickedly and triumphantly.

"Lynn, you're so pitiful."

Victoria looked at my bleeding hand, her eyes full of mockery.

"Do you think Alexander really loves you? He's just using you to make me jealous. As long as I crook my finger, he'll crawl back to me like a dog anytime. You're nothing but a cheap toy he uses to kill time."

I turned off the faucet and pulled some paper towels to methodically wipe the blood from my hand.

I turned around and looked at Victoria through the mirror.

"Is that so?"

I smiled slightly.

"Then I wish you both, the bitch and the dog, eternal happiness. I don't want this pile of trash anymore. If you like picking through garbage, keep it and play with it slowly."

Victoria was infuriated. She raised her hand to slap me.

"You bitch, how dare you insult me?!"

I grabbed her wrist and flung it away hard. Victoria staggered backward several steps, nearly falling.

"Miss Sterling, don't dirty your haute couture."

I glanced at her and left the restroom without looking back.

It was pouring rain outside. I didn't have an umbrella and didn't wait for Alexander. I walked alone into the rain.

The rainwater washed over my wound, but it made me feel more clear-headed than ever.

At two in the morning, Alexander burst into the apartment, soaking wet.

Seeing me sitting on the sofa, panic flashed through his eyes. He rushed over and hugged me tightly, his voice trembling.

"Lynn, I'm sorry. I looked everywhere for you... I just saw she was about to fall and it was instinct. Please don't be angry with me, okay? How's your hand? Let me take you to the hospital..."

I let him hold me.

"Alexander."

I spoke softly.

"Do you think I'm really easy to fool?"

Alexander's body stiffened.

"What... do you mean?"

"Nothing."

I closed my eyes and gently pushed him away.

"I'm tired. Let's sleep."

Thirteen days until departure.