Chapter 725 Harold Saves Her
Desiree glanced out the window; the once-busy street was now eerily empty. It was rush hour, prime time for vendors to make a killing. Why had they all packed up and left?
Unless... this was Daryl's doing.
"You're a real piece of work," Desiree muttered, her disdain for him growing.
Daryl, instead of feeling guilty, looked smug. "Thanks for the compliment. I gave each vendor ten grand. Now, you have two choices: be with me willingly, or be with me unwillingly."
Desiree was the woman he had his eyes on, no matter what.
Desiree's hand moved to the zipper of her backpack as she sneered, "I'm not picking either of your options."
She was a person, not some prize for a beast. Just as she unzipped her bag to grab her pepper spray, Daryl lunged and grabbed her.
He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. "You smell amazing, darling. You'll get the divorce papers next week. Let's get married that day, okay?"
"Get lost!" Desiree kicked back, aiming for him.
But Daryl anticipated her move, catching her leg and letting his hands wander. "Looks like you can't wait to be with me. How about we do it right here? So exciting."
He had planned a perfect evening with Desiree. A luxury hotel, a bed covered in rose petals, a starry ceiling, and a romantic candlelit dinner.
But Desiree was too defiant. A wild cat that didn't listen needed to be tamed.
"Daryl!" Desiree was livid. "Do you know you could go to jail for this?"
Daryl laughed even harder, his hand sliding up her leg.
"Once we're married, would you still want to send me to jail? Maybe after tonight, you'll be carrying my baby. You wouldn't want our child to grow up without a father." He spoke with absolute confidence.
Women, no matter how tough, couldn't resist the pull of motherhood. She'd compromise for the child, over and over.
"Daryl, I regret ever being friends with you. Calling you a jerk is too kind." Desiree knew she was outmatched.
She couldn't free her leg, and her right hand kept fumbling for the pepper spray in her bag. She knew it was in there, but the more frantic she got, the harder it was to find.
"I never wanted to be just friends. I want you!" Daryl even licked her leg.
The wet sensation made Desiree's skin crawl; she felt like puking.
Finally, she found the pepper spray, but before she could use it, a man rushed into the alley, kicked Daryl away, and pinned him against the wall, delivering a series of punches.
"Harold?" Desiree blinked, hardly believing her eyes. It was really him. He appeared like a hero, suddenly there to save her.
"Run!" Harold didn't even glance back. He was too busy pounding Daryl's face. "You can come after me all you want, but why mess with Desiree? Are you even a man?"
A man's fists should protect women, not bully them. He had planned to shadow Desiree for a few days to check out Daryl. If Daryl turned out to be a good guy who could make Desiree happy, Harold would have stepped aside.
But what had Daryl done?
If Harold hadn't shown up in time, Desiree would have been in serious trouble. Just thinking about it made Harold's blood boil even more.
Desiree watched for a moment, then called out, "Harold, step aside."
Daryl looked up suddenly. His mouth was already bleeding, but he managed a smug smile at Harold. "See? In Desiree's eyes, I'll always be more important than you. If you know what's good for you, you'd better get out of here. This is just a game between us."
Harold couldn't help but curse. Only when both parties were willing could it be called game. But this was violent coercion.
What hurt Harold more was Desiree's attitude. He lowered his fists, but his other hand still gripped Daryl's collar tightly.
He looked back at Desiree, feeling deeply hurt. "He's not a good man. Please, don't be with him."
"Let go and step aside," Desiree said, not wanting to accidentally hurt Harold. "And close your eyes."
Daryl's smile grew wider. The saying "women love bad boys" seemed eternally true. The happier Daryl looked, the more Harold's heart ached.
No matter when or where, as long as Desiree said no, Harold would come out to protect her. But he couldn't stop it if Desiree was willing.
As Daryl said, it was their game. What could he do?
Despite his reluctance and helplessness, he could only follow Desiree's instructions, close his eyes, and swallow his bitterness.
Just when Daryl thought Desiree would help him up with concern, she took out the pepper spray from her bag, opened the cap, and sprayed it in his face.
"Ah!" The alley was immediately filled with screams.
A few stray dogs at the corner of the alley ran away in a panic.
"You still want to bully me? I'll spray you to death!" Desiree lifted her high heel and kicked him hard. "I'm telling you, this isn't over!"
"Desiree?" Hearing the noise, Harold opened his eyes.
He saw an angry Desiree and Daryl writhing and howling on the ground.
"I had pepper spray in my bag. It would have been a waste not to use it." Desiree shook the small bottle in her hand. "Thanks for earlier."
"It's nothing. No need to thank me," Harold's mouth involuntarily curved into a smile, showing his teeth.
He felt like he had just ridden a roller coaster, soaring from the depths to the clouds, feeling on top of the world.
"You're hurt. I'll go to the hospital with you. But first, let's call the police. They'll be here soon. I want him to pay for what he did." Desiree noticed a long scratch on Harold's arm.
It was from their fight earlier when he accidentally got cut.
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