Chapter 20 The Stolen Kiss
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, filled with frustration.
"Let go of me, Vincent!" Layla shouted angrily, feeling scorched.
"Where have you been?" Vincent stared at her, his eyes full of jealousy and anger.
"It is none of your business. Let go." Layla tried to pull her wrist away. She didn't want to deal with a drunken madman.
Vincent questioned, "Tell me, which man’s place did you come back from? When we were dating, you often went out with other men, didn't you?"
Layla frowned and glanced at Emilia, but Emilia looked at her smugly.
Layla remarked, "Emilia, Vincent and I have already broken up. What’s the point of slandering me in front of him?"
"I'm telling the truth." Emilia's voice was timid, but her eyes revealed malice.
Layla mocked, "Even mistresses know not to cause trouble. How dare you slander me? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
Emilia's face turned pale with anger at being called a mistress.
However, her expression was full of grievance, and she choked. "Layla, are you still mad at me? What will it take for you to forgive me?"
Layla replied, "I’ll never forgive you for ruining my relationship. This shame will always be branded on you."
"Enough! Emilia likes me. What did she do wrong?" Vincent shouted.
Layla thought her heart wouldn't hurt after giving up, but it still ached as if pricked by a needle. Her boyfriend of four years was defending Emilia.
They were all innocent. Was she the one who truly made a mistake?
Layla's blood ran cold at their shameless display.
Layla mocked, "Then I wish you both a long and happy life together. After all, you are so well-matched."
Emilia looked even more aggrieved, with tears in her eyes. She retorted, "Layla, you can blame me, but you're not innocent either. When you were with Vincent, you went out every night to find other men. How many times did you cheat? You even became a mistress for wealthy men. You have no right to scold us now."
"Bitch!" Provoked by Emilia's words and fueled by alcohol, Vincent raised his hand to slap her.
Layla closed her eyes in fear, accepting her fate.
However, the slap never landed.
She opened her eyes, only to see a strong hand firmly gripping Vincent's wrist. Vincent couldn't move.
Samuel's domineering presence wrapped around her, giving her a sense of security.
It was him again. This sex worker had saved her multiple times.
"Samuel." Vincent's drunkenness vanished in an instant.
Samuel gave a warning gaze and said, "Don't mess with my woman. Stay away from her!"
"Your woman?" Vincent was shocked. He wondered, 'When did Layla become his uncle's woman?'
Vincent felt a deep fear and didn't dare to speak.
Emilia was also shocked. She looked at the young and handsome Samuel protecting Layla, who was even better than Vincent. She was extremely jealous.
Samuel let go of Vincent and extended his hand to Layla. Without hesitation, Layla grabbed his hand and got into the car with him.
Vincent and Emilia were pale with shock, unable to recover for a long time.
The Rolls-Royce drove a distance.
Seeing Layla's eyes getting redder, Samuel felt a wave of frustration.
Was she this upset because Vincent cheated and even tried to hit her?
"Drop me off at the next intersection," Layla suddenly said.
Samuel frowned and asked, "What? Are you planning to be ungrateful again?"
"I want to get out!" she raised her voice.
He questioned, "My car isn't a place you can get in and out of as you please. What do you take me for?"
"I didn't ask for your help. Stay out of this." Desperate to escape, Layla impulsively reached for the car door.
Samuel grabbed her, his face extremely grim. He couldn't bear to see her suffer and had taken the initiative to help, only to be told to stay out of her business. She was an ungrateful woman! It was the first time a woman had dared to disdain him so much.
Layla shouted, "Let go of me, you bastard!"
She continued, "No one asked for your help. I don't need it."
"Let go of me, let go!" Layla shouted, struggling with all her might, which infuriated Samuel.
"Bastard?" His brow twitched. "I'll show you what a real bastard is like." With that, Samuel lowered his head and bit her lips hard.
He bit her lips fiercely, and she tried to push him away, but he held her tightly.
"You asked for this!" Samuel panted against her lips, roughly pulling at her clothes and violently tearing Layla's shirt
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