Chapter 3

Mason remained silent, casually toying with the lighter in his hand.

He chuckled lightly.

"Just a bitch. The woman who can make me fall in love hasn't been born yet!"

My breathing grew more rapid, the allergic reaction making me feel like I could suffocate at any moment.

"I'm telling you, Mason's always been a player, never getting tied down to anyone."

"Is that chick really good at pleasing men? When you're done with her, maybe let the boys have a taste..."

Before he could finish, Mason kicked him to the ground and grabbed a bottle from the table, smashing it over the man's head.

The broken glass cut his hand, blood flowing freely.

Mason's gaze was cold, as if he were looking at a corpse.

"You think you're worthy?"

No one dared to intervene.

Someone cautiously reminded him.

"Mason, don't get angry. It'll be hard to explain if you go back injured..."

Hearing this, Mason calmed down, signaling everyone to shut up, and dialed my number.

The phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated, jarringly loud in the silent private room.

I hurriedly pressed the end call button and was about to leave when he called out to me.

"Wait."

My heart pounded like thunder, all color draining from my face.

"Lift your head."

Mason commanded coldly. I took a deep breath and slowly raised my head.

I could feel my face swollen from the allergic reaction, with sticky fruit pulp still clinging to it, looking utterly disheveled.

Mason furrowed his brow, carefully examining my face.

He stared at me for a good while, a flicker of confusion passing through his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by disgust.

"Fucking ugly."

He said with revulsion, "Get lost."

I had just pushed open the door to leave.

When I heard someone ask Mason what he thought of me.

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, nonchalant.

"I just love seeing her slave away for me."

"It's so much fun to make her fall deeply in love with me, then push her off a cliff."