บท 64: CHAPTER 64

Dexter was the type who preferred action over words. When we finally managed to stop him, I saw Juliet being carried out by someone. Her dress was stained with blood.

Damien looked irritated. He carried Juliet over and left with a grim expression.

I observed the intriguing subtle dynamics between Damien and Juliet with great interest. It appeared that Damien was getting fed up—quite typical of a player.

Knowing Damien well, I predicted that if Juliet kept bothering him, she would soon experience the kind of torment he once put me through.

"Dexter, let's go," I said, taking Dexter's hand and leading him away.

As we walked outside the hotel, I observed Damien handing Juliet over to his friend. He didn't accompany them to the hospital.

I held onto Dexter's arm. There was a sarcastic smile on my face. "Dexter… You see, people change, and that fickleness is disgusting."

"No…" Dexter rejected my statement.

I looked up at him.