I sneered regardless of his irritation, “So do you think Olivia behaves with manners? A lady like her who actually hooks up with a married guy? Dennis, is that the way you define what manners are?”
“Clara!” he suddenly tightened his grip on my hand. Veins could be seen on his forehead as he stressed each word,
“You should pray for the fact that I never hit a lady.”
Gritting to withstand the great pain on my wrist, I sneered still while looking at him, “Mr. George, thank you for your gentleness! Could you please let go of me? Your grip on my wrist hurts just the same as if you hit me.”
The veins on his forehead began to twitch with anger. But luckily, he shook off my hand and huffed violently, “You have no right to judge her! Never!”
He turned around, looking chilling and repellent.
I had no right to judge her? My grievance and anger seemed about to explode because of that. I walked over to grab his arm and smiled wryly, “Yes, I have no right to judge her because I could never overtake her when it comes to hypocrisy. Nor have I been as disgusting and scheming just like both of you! You really disgust me.”
After that, I returned to the restaurant, ignoring his angry face. Both Olivia and Marcus were still in the same seats.