Chapter 471
Chapter 471:
“Wesley, what’s happening to you p>
Panic seized her as she frantically dialed 911, then immediately called Jasper. Throughout the years, Rebecca had consistently turned to Jasper whenever crisis struck.
Meanwhile, Fiona returned home and barricaded herself inside her bedroom. Humiliation burned through her veins as she relived every mortifying detail, especially Rebecca’s expression of pure disdain and mockery. Fury drove Fiona to claw at the wall until her nails cracked and bled.
Unable to contain her rage any longer, she stormed to Brenden’s house and unleashed her wrath. “Are you even worthy of being called a man? Shrieking over a cockroach? And stripping off your pants? The very thought makes me sick p>
“And you have the audacity to blame me?” Brenden shot back, his mood as dark as storm clouds. “You’re the one who flung that cockroach directly at me p>
Sh𝖺r𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗼𝗎g𝗵𝘁𝘀 oո
Fiona’s disbelief exploded into action as she seized a pillow from the sofa and hurled it at him with murderous force. “Get out of my sight p>
Brenden snatched the pillow from the air with both hands. “Fine, I’m done with this p>
He crushed the pillow against his chest, wrenched the door open, and stormed out with thunderous steps.
Fiona pummeled the sofa cushions in pure frustration.
How could someone as impossible as Brenden even exist in this world? With his ridiculous behavior, Gabriela would never develop feelings for him.
“Brenden, you complete fool! So pathetic and cowardly, no wonder you can’t capture Gabriela’s heart p>
Her tirade died mid-sentence when a pair of long legs entered her peripheral vision.
She straightened instinctively and looked up to find Brenden standing there, clutching the pillow and wearing an expression of stone.
“Why did you come back p>
Brenden’s voice rang with righteous conviction. “This happens to be my house. If anyone should leave, it’s you p>
Despite his anger burning white-hot, he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words “Get out” to someone so breathtakingly beautiful.
He collapsed onto his sofa, his elbow striking the remote control and awakening the massive screen. The horror movie resumed exactly where it had paused.
The ghost’s pale fingers emerged from the television screen, accompanied by spine-chilling music that made Fiona’s eyes dilate with terror. She launched herself at Brenden without thinking.
Brenden had deployed this calculated move on countless women before, so muscle memory kicked in as he wrapped his arms around her and whispered soothingly, “Don’t be frightened. It’s nothing but special effects p>
Several heartbeats passed before Fiona’s senses returned, and she noticed Brenden’s expression had softened into something almost tender. Rage ignited in her chest like wildfire.
She thrust him away with violent force and delivered a savage kick at him. “You manipulative snake! Do you mistake me for one of your conquests? If you ever try this pathetic trick on me again, I’ll destroy you p>
Before Fiona could roll up her sleeves to deliver proper retribution, Brenden’s agonized howl split the air.
Her kick had sent him careening into the coffee table’s sharp edge, toppling the freshly boiled water that had been sitting there.
The scalding liquid cascaded across his shoulder in a merciless waterfall.
Fiona jerked back at Brenden’s blood-curdling scream. “What’s wrong with you p>
Brenden’s voice cracked with pain. “My arm feels like it’s being roasted alive p>
Shock rendered Fiona momentarily speechless.
She fumbled for her phone and dialed 911 with trembling fingers.
Soon, Brenden was rushed to the hospital. The doctor examined his injury with clinical precision before delivering his verdict. “Fortune smiled on you — the water had cooled slightly from boiling temperature.” Otherwise, his arm would have suffered devastating damage.
The doctor prescribed medication and applied specialized ointment to the angry red burns before departing.
As she watched Brenden’s face contort with each wave of pain, guilt stabbed through Fiona’s chest like a blade. “I’m truly sorry p>
Brenden responded with a dismissive snort, completely ignoring her.
He struggled from the hospital bed and limped toward the door in stony silence.
“Where are you headed? Let me help you,” Fiona rushed forward to offer support, but her hand accidentally brushed his wounded arm.
Brenden’s anguished cry echoed through the corridor as he fixed her with a look of pure terror and exasperation. “Stay away from me p>