Chapter 72 - The Snatched Woman

"William!" I was shocked to hear William's introduction to me, and looked at William angrily as I pulled my hand back from his arm.
Jason laughed out loud and said, "William, it looks like you're not trying hard enough, do you want me to join in and we'll all play fair."
Jason's comment shocked me even more, and for a moment I didn't know how to react.
"Jason, you need to know that I studied medicine and know the human body well." William smiled and made fists with both hands and gestured with Jason a few times.
"I'm kidding, I can't beat you!" Jason laughed and ran off.
Looking at Jason, who ran away, William shrugged and waved his hand at me.
"That's how he likes to joke around, don't mind if you do." William sounded very helpless, obviously quite helpless about Jason's personality as well.
I waved a hand at William to show that I didn't really care.
The party also gradually reached its climax after we attended, as it was rare for William to attend such a party, especially with a girl for the first time, and it caused a small stir in the party.
In between, a number of people came over on various excuses to pry into my relationship with William.
There were also many toasts, and I followed that up with a lot of drinks.
With the alcohol added to the mix, I also gradually forgot about the day's unpleasantness, and eventually William had been pulled off to who knows where by these people, leaving me alone.
So much so that I was able to feel a rare clarity and found another little corner and started drinking one glass of wine after another.
Jason sat down next to me at some point too, and the two of us just drank and talked and played games over a glass of wine.
As my eyes had blurred a bit, Jason's face changed from one to two, more and more, in front of me
I knew I was too drunk to drink any more, but Jason was still handing me glass after glass of wine.
I felt all this alcohol churning in my stomach and fought the urge to vomit as I waved at Jason.
"Jason, I can't drink any more, I'm going to throw up on you if I do!"
I even felt like I was even talking a little incoherently, and Jason wouldn't stop moving his hands and even started offering to help me feed it to my mouth.
Almost drowning in alcohol, my sanity struggled to bring a glimmer of clarity, and Jason's actions made me feel the danger coming on and I began to call out to William.
"William, William-" I could no longer make much noise because I had had too much to drink and the party was so loud that soon my voice was drowned out by the sound of the party music.
A tinge of despair gradually welled up inside me, and just as I was about to lose consciousness, I felt the party, which had been so lively a moment ago, suddenly quiet.
A strong arm yanked me from behind and kicked Jason to the side.
"Jason." A low and magnetic voice rang in my ears, a threat in his tone.
I called out tentatively, "William?"
I felt the arm holding me, stiffen for a moment, and then the force of that arm increased, almost crushing me.
Feeling the pain, I tried to struggle out, but the owner of the arm didn't even have the slightest effect, still holding me firmly.
I struggled to keep my eyes open to see who it was when the familiar flush of fiery red broke into the crowd.
My head, which had been groggy a moment ago, cleared instantly and I stared in disbelief.
"Damon? Get off me!"
After seeing that it was Damon, I struggled even more to escape his bonds.
Jason, who had just been kicked over by Damon, was now on his feet.
He spat on the ground and said to Damon with a very hard look on his face, "Damon, what, this woman is one of yours?"
Damon ignored him, instead picking me up and trying to leave the party.
But Jason had no intention of letting him off the hook and shouted behind him, "I didn't steal your woman this time, William did this time, hahahahaha!"
Jason's laughter, completely enraged Damon, who turned back around and kicked Jason in the side again.
Damon glanced contemptuously at Jason, who was lying on the ground, coughing violently, and said, "You were given a chance last time, this time you're the one who doesn't appreciate the fact that there are always consequences for doing the wrong thing."
With that said Damon carried me out of the party without looking back, and as he was about to walk out the door Damon glanced over at the corner.
I followed his line of sight and spotted William, whose hair had been disheveled, and his white suit, speckled with black footprints.
This was the first time I had seen William in such a state of distress, and it was obvious that he had just suffered an assassination attempt from someone else as well.
There was obvious hurt in William's light grey eyes, and he looked at me somewhat disheveled, his mouth opening and closing as if he were saying something, but I couldn't hear it at all, and finally William sat down against the wall beside him.
"Put me down!" I yelled at Damon, only with so much to drink, my yell was no different than a cat's yelp.
"For you to find a man who can't protect you?" Damon looked down at me, the threat in his eyes almost spilling out of his own.
"That's more reliable than a man who cheats on me." Refusing to show weakness, I struggled to look up and glare at Damon.
Just after I finished speaking, I let out a very unimpressive burp, and I hastily covered my mouth, turning my head to the side not to look at Damon, but peeking at Damon's expression with the rest of my eyes.
Damon's red eyebrows warped together, his expression very hard and his lips pursed, his arms tightened around me some more, and instead of speaking, he kicked open the closed door and carried me out.
The entire party room didn't make a sound until we got back to the car, and I think all the guests at the party were stunned that a party had even shown them such a ridiculous scene and spied gossip about Damon.
Damon tucked me into the passenger seat and buckled me in, his head bowed and he gave me a deep look before returning to the driver's seat.
"You're not trying to take me back to that apartment again!" I questioned him with the last of my strength as I sat back in my seat.
If I had to go back to that apartment, I'd rather sleep on the curb.
"If you want, sure." Damon didn't look at me, and his tone was rarely cold.
No, he was like the freezer of a refrigerator. Even I, who was not too sober after drinking too much, could not help but shiver from the cold
"I'm not going! Put me down!" I struggled and tried to unbuckle my seatbelt and jump out of the car, but my eyes couldn't see the position and I couldn't find the button halfway.
Damon glared at me, stepped on the gas, and charged right out.