“I have stayed unmarried after our divorce. Do you know why? It’s all because of you, Hannah! No matter what, nothing can compare to the first person you married. Listen, as long as you say yes, we can remarry right away. I will write off all the past grievances between us. I am even willing to let you help in managing our family business.”
Hannah finally couldn’t stand it anymore.
“You know, Declan, you’re talking like your brain has rotted away. If you’re sick in the head, go and get treatment. Don’t come to me. I’m not a psychiatrist. If you dare to spout such nonsense in front of me again, I just might beat you up!”
A myriad of emotions passed over Declan’s face. He grabbed Hannah by the wrist and backed her into the corner of the elevator.
“What the hell does that Bryson Mitchell have that makes him a better man than me?” he demanded in a menacing voice.
“He is better than you in every aspect you can imagine! Isn’t that obvious enough? How dare you ask me such a question?”
Hannah broke free from Declan’s grip, her voice turning colder as she added, “You don’t deserve to even be compared with him!”
Those last words set Declan off. He grabbed her again, raising his other hand to slap her across the face.
Hannah braced herself and got ready to land a kick of her on him.
Just then, the elevator doors opened.
The pair had been preoccupied with their argument that neither had noticed they were already reaching the sixth floor. Bryson strode into the elevator, his face blank.
Declan immediately loosened his hold on Hannah, his expression turning dark.
Hannah felt a sharp pang in her chest at the sight of Bryson, but she simply ducked her head and hurried out of the elevator.
The doors closed as soon as she stepped outside. Declan didn’t dare to follow her, not when Bryson was right there.
The man hadn’t even done anything yet, and Declan could already feel an overwhelming wave of pressure weighing him down. He opened his mouth to speak, but Bryon beat him to it.
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“It looks like you chose not to take what I told you last time seriously.”
There was no direct threat in his words, but the way he said it sent shivers down Declan’s spine.
He tried to explain himself, but couldn’t quite manage a word out.
Then Bryson spoke again.
“Know that if we weren’t in a public place, your hands would be broken by now.”
Ding!
Declan jumped at the sound of the elevator, much to his frustration.
Bryson walked out without another word, looking like he hadn’t just threaten another person half to death.
Declan was left alone, leaning against one side of the elevator and struggling to catch his breath. It took him a good while to regain his composure.