Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 159: Did He Touch You? (Bonus - )
"Shut up!" Jasper Hawthorne’s temples throbbed, his words almost spat through gritted teeth.
"Am I wrong?!" Grace Quinn’s voice was sharp, completely losing reason, pointing at Stella Sterling’s nose, "Jasper, she doesn’t care about you at all! Only an idiot like you would treasure her! She’s nothing but a b..."
"Snap!"
A crisp slap interrupted Grace’s unfinished foul words.
It wasn’t Stella who moved but Jasper.
His face was ashen, his chest heaving violently, glaring at Grace with a sinister look, "I told you to shut up, didn’t you hear?"
Grace was slapped so hard her head turned to the side, a distinct red handprint rapidly appearing on her cheek.
She covered her face, looking at Jasper in disbelief, her eyes turning red instantly, tears welling up, but more so it was the humiliation and fury from being slapped in public.
"You dare hit me?! Jasper, you hit me for this whore?!"
Her voice twisted, and she turned abruptly, pouring all her rage onto Stella, "It’s all because of you! You wretched homewrecker!"
Before the words were fully out, Grace seemed to go insane, raising her hand to viciously claw at Stella’s face!
The events unfolded too quickly, Stella instinctively backed away to dodge, but her heel caught, momentarily halting her movement.
"Hiss—"
Stella only felt a chill on the side of her neck, followed by a sharp burning pain.
Grace’s nails had ultimately scratched her, leaving two obvious red marks on the delicate skin of her fair neck, one even slightly oozing blood.
Stella raised her hand to her neck, her fingertips touching the dampness and sting, the fire in her heart flaring up in an instant.
She never initiated trouble, but she would not tolerate such humiliation!
Before Grace could throw another tantrum, Stella stepped forward, raising her hand—
"Snap!"
A loud slap landed hard on the unscathed side of Grace’s face.
The force was so great that Stella’s own palm went numb.
She shook her hand, her gaze icy cold as she looked at the stunned Grace, her voice clear and resolute: "This slap is to teach you to speak properly!"
Both sides of Grace’s face swelled up, the symmetrical red marks making her look both ridiculous and wretched.
She stared dumbfounded for two seconds before erupting into an even shriller wailing and cursing: "Stella! How dare you hit me?! I’ll fight you! You bitch! Whore! Only good at seducing other people’s men! Do you think Shane Donovan really cares about you? He’s just playing with you! When he’s tired of you, you’ll be like an old shoe nobody wants!"
The foul words spewed out like sewage, unbearable to the ears. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Stella was so furious that she shook all over, blood rushing to her head.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, wanting to rush up and shut Grace’s mouth.
Just then, Jasper intervened again, blocking her path.
His brow was tightly knitted, reaching out to grab Stella’s arm, speaking in a low voice: "Stella! Enough! Stop it! So many people are watching, what does it look like! Just leave here for now!"
"I’m making a scene?"
Stella shook off his hand fiercely, as if touched by something filthy, disbelief and sarcasm in her eyes, "Jasper, are you blind? She started it! She’s the one spewing crap here!"
"I know she’s wrong!"
Jasper’s tone was heavy with a weariness that was bone-deep, "But she’s emotionally unstable right now, why bother with her? I’m begging you, just leave first, okay? We can talk about it later!"
As he spoke, he reached out again, trying to push Stella away.
Just as his fingers were about to touch Stella’s shoulder—
"Bam!"
A figure appeared with a gust of wind, delivering a swift kick to Jasper’s side!
Jasper didn’t even see who it was, only felt a massive force hit him, his internal organs felt displaced, and intense pain swept through him instantly.
He groaned, his body flapping like a kite with broken strings, uncontrollably staggering and tumbling backward, crashing heavily onto the cold ground several meters away, raising some dust.
He curled up in agony, moaning painfully, unable to get up for a while.
This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.
Grace’s curses came to an abrupt halt, her eyes widening in fear.
The onlookers let out low gasps, instinctively stepping back.
Stella was also taken aback, looking in the direction from where the wind came.
Shane Donovan had appeared there at some point.
He wore a tailored black coat, standing tall like a pine tree, silhouetted against the light, his facial features somewhat obscured, but the icy, terrifying aura he exuded was almost tangible, lowering the surrounding temperature instantly.
He didn’t even glance at Jasper, who was writhing in pain on the ground, immediately locking eyes with Stella, scrutinizing her...
When his gaze fell on the two glaring red marks on her neck, his eyes darkened instantly, like storm clouds gathering before a deluge, thick and unmovable.
He lifted her chin, his fingertips cool, carefully inspecting the wound on her neck.
"Did he touch you?" Shane Donovan’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying an extreme danger, each word seemed to have been scraped over ice shards.
Stella subconsciously shook her head, "No, it was Grace..."
Confirming it was merely a superficial injury, Shane’s tight brows relaxed minutely, but the chill around him did not diminish one bit.
He turned suddenly, his gaze like a poisoned ice blade, cutting toward Jasper and the trembling Grace beside him.
Shane released Stella, stepping toward Grace.
His steps were not fast, yet they carried a deadly sense of oppression.
Grace was frightened out of her wits, wanting to hide behind Jasper, but Jasper was in no position to help.
Shane stopped before her, looking down, his icy gaze falling on her hand.
"Is it this hand?" he asked, his voice terrifyingly calm.
Grace hid her hand behind her back in horror, shaking her head desperately, "No... it’s not... I was wrong..."
Shane ignored her pleading, grabbing her wrist and forcefully pulling her out from behind Jasper!
"Ah!" Grace screamed and struggled, but her strength was as insignificant as an ant’s against a tree.
Shane’s grip was iron-like, holding one of her fingers without hesitation, and snapped it backward!
"Crack!"
The sound was spine-chilling!
"Ah——!!!" Grace let out a shrill scream like a slaughtered pig, her face twisting in pain, nearly fainting.
That meticulously maintained, diamond-studded nail, along with her fingertip, bent at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.
Shane tossed her hand away like he was discarding trash, his gaze devoid of any fluctuation, only filled with a bone-chilling coldness.
"Today is the first and last time."
"If I ever see any of you disrespect her again..." he paused, his eyes sharp and menacing, his tone flat but each word weighed a ton, striking fear into hearts:
"I’ll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"
