"Ah!"
Caught completely off guard, Vivian Linton took two hard slaps to the face.
Her ears rang, and her vision swam.
Holly Sinclair was filled with a deep hatred.
It wasn't enough. She raised her hand again.
But her hand was caught in midair by a larger one.
The man's long fingers were well-defined, warm, and dry—perfect enough to play the piano.
Holly Sinclair looked up, her eyes brimming with bitterness and resentment.
'He really is Vivian Linton's guardian angel!'
'No matter what happens, he always takes Vivian Linton's side.'
With nothing left to say, Holly Sinclair gave a bitter smile and forcefully pulled her hand back.
Vivian Linton snapped out of her astonishment.
She cupped her cheeks and demanded in a tearful voice, "Holly, what are you doing! Why did you hit me?!"
"You know damn well what you've done!" Holly Sinclair said through gritted teeth, her eyes filled with a bone-chilling coldness.
"What did I do?" Vivian Linton shed aggrieved tears.
