99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear

The word 'ex-husband' seemed to pierce Joey's sore spot.

The sarcastic words stabbed Joey's heart like a needle, but he couldn't refute it and for a moment he was speechless.

Joey's eyes tightened slightly, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Jealousy and anger intertwined, instantly engulfing all his rationality.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Tristan's collar, pushing him hard against the wall in the hallway, his eyes flashing with a hint of ferocity: "Say that again."

I had never thought that Joey would suddenly attack, nor had I seen him so furious.

"Joey! Stop!"

As soon as I shouted, Joey's body paused for a moment, but the anger in his heart only grew stronger, and the look in

his eyes was also mixed with a hint of grievance.

"Are you speaking for him?"

Tristan glanced at me, and although he was grabbed by Joey's collar, he didn't look embarrassed at all. Instead, he looked down at Joey with a calm and disdainful gaze, and sneered coldly.

"If you care about her so much, how did you become an ex-husband?"

"Stop it!" Joey's heartstrings suddenly snapped, as if something sharp had pierced his heart, or as if he was burning

with fire.

He fiercely threw a punch at Tristan's face, his eyes cold and terrifying.

Tristan narrowed his eyes, grabbed Joey's wrist tightly with his hand, preventing any movement, and then pushed Joey away hard.

Joey's mind was already clouded by anger, and he was not willing to give up.

My heart tightened. I had only just met Tristan formally, and if he went back with an injury, I would really not be able to face him, nor could I explain to my mother. Moreover, such a scene is not looking good.

I quickly stepped forward and grabbed Joey's arm, anxiously saying: "Joey, stop, calm down!"

"I can't calm down!" Joey's voice was hoarse, and he looked at me, his eyes red: "I never thought about divorcing

you!"

"So what!" I was angry and helpless, looking at him coldly: "Whether you want to or not, you and I are already

divorced."

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"Joey, we have nothing to do with each other now, I don't want you to come and disturb my life anymore!"

My chest heaved with anger, and I cut Joey's heart with every word.noveldrama

Joey clenched his hands tightly, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his chest: "Willa, even if you don't want to be with me now, you shouldn't casually accept another man like this."

"What are you saying?"

Joey's jaw tightened, and his anger and reluctance grew stronger in his heart, and

his voice rose a little: "I said you shouldn't casually accept another man..."

"Slap!"

A slap was fiercely slapped on his face!

The empty corridor echoed with the sound.

My right hand trembled slightly, and my palm was numb.

I was so angry that I hit hard. Joey was slapped to the side, and a red mark quickly appeared on his fair cheek.

Joey's eyes trembled, and it took a while to come to his senses, and his eyes gradually became clear. He finally realized how excessive his words just now

were.

His lips trembled and he murmured: "I'm sorry..."

"Get out." I said in a calm voice: "I don't want to see you anymore."

Joey's eyes were filled with mist, and his heart was full of panic, but he couldn't say a word.

Tristan looked at my right hand hanging by my side and my trembling body, and a hint of hidden pain flashed in his calm eyes.

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I looked at Joey, and there was only disappointment in my eyes: "No matter who you are with in the future, it has nothing to do with me. Similarly, whoever I am with has nothing to do with you.”

"Don't come and interfere with my life anymore."

"Don't make me say it a second time."

Joey looked up at me, and there was even a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"Are you not leaving?" I smiled faintly: "Okay, then I'll leave."

After I finished speaking, I walked around him without hesitation, without any reluctance.

"Don't, I'll leave." Joey suddenly grabbed my wrist, but let go when I frowned: "I'll leave..."

Joey was afraid that if I left, he would not be able to find me again.

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That feeling, he didn't want to experience it again.

Joey's eyes gradually dimmed, and he walked away with heavy steps.

"Are you okay?" Tristan looked down at me.

I frowned slightly: "My hand hurts a bit."

Tristan smiled lightly: "It's good that your heart doesn't hurt."

"It's not worth it." He said indifferently, as if talking about something unimportant.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that he was concerned about my feelings, and I smiled: "I have already let him go, I'm just angry."

Tristan nodded, and looked at his watch: "It's getting late, you should rest well.”

I nodded.

Tristan turned around and left, and I called out to him: "I'm sorry about what happened today."

"And thank you."

My voice was soft and sincere, and Tristan's thin lips slightly curled up: "You're welcome."

That evening, when Tristan returned to the villa, he just pushed open the door and saw Mrs. Daisy Franco sitting on the sofa, talking on the phone, occasionally looking at him, and nodding with a smile.

Tristan didn't understand, but he didn't ask.

He was about to go upstairs to his room when he was suddenly called by Mrs. Daisy Franco, who waved at him to sit

down.

Tristan reluctantly walked to the living room: "Mom, what's up?"

Mrs. Daisy Franco glanced at him: "You haven't told me yet whether you are

satisfied with the person you met

today."

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