"After a few years of separation, Miss Jones seems to have lost weight."
I looked at his eyes, a sense of despair filled my heart.
I wanted to escape, but he blocked my way.
"Old acquaintances meet, don't we catch up?"
The fear at the age of eighteen swept over me, I kept retreating until there was no way to retreat.
I took out a knife from my bag and waved it in front of me to stop him from approaching.
It was just a backup because I was insecure, and I never thought it would become my lifesaver.
But that person kept pressing on, the knife in my hand cut through his hand, blood flowing.
"Cheryl! What are you doing?"
Cheyne's roar sounded behind me, and he slapped me hard.
"Are you awake?"
I was like a drowning person, mouth open but unable to breathe. My mind was in a daze, and the fierce beast in my mind was about to break free from its cage.
The man covered his hand, his face full of pain.
"I just wanted to say hello, but she suddenly went crazy and hurt me.
"Mr. Jones, you need to give me an explanation, otherwise..."
Winnie rushed over, seeing the situation here, she frowned and looked at me reproachfully.
"Cheryl, you have caused trouble for Brother again."
Trouble?
I am a trouble!