"Breenda..."
He covered his shoulder with a frown and called with red eyes.
This was the first time Breenda had seen his aggrieved expression. She was stunned for a long time before she recovered. She closed her eyes as if something obscene was in front of her.
"Bentley, I am now engaged. I have nothing to do with you. If you do anything to me today, my reputation will be ruined."
This sentence awakened Bentley.
"I'm sorry for my rudeness."
Bentley got up and sat on the chair next to him, curled up.
Bloody marks were on his lower lip, and he could not stop trembling. His face was abnormally red, and it was obvious that he was holding back hard.
The moment Breenda regained her freedom, she ran out of the door and left without looking back.
Bentley watched as Breenda left resolutely and felt a burst of self-mockery in his heart.