"I only like Melody."
"I like her because she's Melody, regardless of her last name. It's that simple."
"But Melody is already tainted..."
Before he could finish, Jaxon threw another punch.
Jaxon's face was cold, each punch heavier than the last.
I was afraid someone might get killed, so I hurried to stop him.
"Enough! Stop it! If you keep going, something terrible will happen!"
Jaxon glanced at the bloodied Dashiell, then took out his phone to call someone to clean up the mess.
After doing this, he finally put his arm around my shoulders.
"Melody, let's go home."
As we were walking to the car, I couldn't help but call out to him.
"Jaxon, do you believe it?"
"Believe what?"
I tilted my head up to look at him.
Today he was wearing a dark gray shirt, his features cold and noble, incredibly handsome.
The way he had just gotten angry and hit someone gave off an overwhelming sense of boyfriend power.