"But..." Another woman glanced at Frank Parker with a blush on her face, her eyes sparkling seductively, "He’s so handsome, even if he has a bit of a personality flaw, it’s still acceptable, right? If I could marry him, I wouldn’t mind if he hit me a few times."
"...You’re hopeless."
Frank had long been accustomed to the attention and discussion of others. He didn’t pay attention to the women peeking at and discussing him. His cold and gloomy gaze fell on the empty glasses on the bar counter, and his face darkened.
His eyes were filled with suppressed anger, "You’ve been drinking? Rebecca, who told you to come to the bar alone and drink so much?"
"Frank, how did you get here?" Rebecca heard his voice, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly turned her head.
Seeing Frank’s gloomy face and the anger in his eyes, she hesitated again, then curled the corner of her mouth and chuckled softly, "You’ve arrived just in time. It’s boring drinking alone. Join me."
"You’ve been crying?" Frank noticed her red, swollen eyes, hesitated, and frowned deeply.
He didn’t want to ask who had made Rebecca cry.
Only one person had ever made Rebecca cry.
If it were someone else, he would find that person and teach him a lesson.
And then make that person stay away from Rebecca.
But if that person was Ashton Heath...
Moreover, Ashton never deliberately provoked Rebecca. All along, it was Rebecca who had a crush on him.
He wanted to help, but he didn’t know how.
He cherished their years of brotherhood.
Even though he and Ashton had fallen out, deep down, he still cared about their brotherhood and didn’t want to lose an important brother over these issues.
He had carefully thought about what Yannick Luther had said to him that day.
Ashton’s attitude was clear.
Either he accepted Joanna Lawrence, and they could continue to be brothers.
If he couldn’t accept her...
Their years of brotherhood might indeed be lost.
But did he really want to give up his good brother for her?
Joanna hadn’t really done anything wrong.
As Yannick had said, if it hadn’t been for Rebecca, would he really have disliked Joanna?
Actually, he had never disliked Joanna.
He just couldn’t stand her attitude.
And he was genuinely worried that she, like other women, would only be with his good brother for personal gain.
He was worried Ashton would be deceived.
After learning about her family background, he became even more worried.
The Lawrence family’s status was nowhere near good enough for the Heath family.
Rebecca ignored Frank and asked the bartender to bring her a few more drinks.
From behind, Frank stared at her with a dark face for a while before pulling her up roughly.
His movements were not gentle, even a bit rude.
Rebecca was hurt by him and frowned. She pushed him away with an annoyed tone, "Frank, what are you doing? Let go of me."
"You’re not allowed to drink anymore."
Frank’s face was gloomy and serious as he dragged her outside against her struggle, "Come home with me."
"I don’t want to." Rebecca struggled fiercely, "Frank, let me go. I don’t want to go back."
"Did you hear me? I told you to let go of me! Who are you to control me!"
Frank ignored her, dragged her on, and continued walking outside. His face was grim, which made him look somewhat terrifying even when not smiling.