Seeing them prepare to leave, David Benington stepped forward in an attempt to stop Joanna Lawrence, "Joanna, I know I was wrong, I really do. Could you please give me another chance?"
"As long as you forgive me, I’m willing to do anything you ask," he pleaded.
David had only one thought in his mind right now.
That was to win Joanna back from leaving.
He didn’t want to let her go just like that.
However, he’d barely taken a step before Ashton Heath turned back, his gaze cold as he looked at David.
The depths of his eyes carried a warning, and a harsh coldness.
David was startled by the look and didn’t dare take another step forward.
Stubbornly, he turned to Joanna and pleaded in a low voice, "Joanna, I swear I will never betray you again. Please, can you give me another chance?"
Joanna frowned, coldly replying, "I’ve made it clear to you. Please stop bothering me in the future, David. Have some dignity. You’ve already made your choice so don’t try to renege now."
"But, I have regrets...." David’s eyes revealed a touch of bewilderment as he gazed at her in a daze, then mournfully admitted, "I’m full of remorse, Joanna. I realize my mistake. Can you give me another chance?"
"I promise never to let you down again in my life."
"Impossible," Joanna answered, each word delivered with a decisive tone.
"Joanna...." David was persistent. Seeing Joanna’s face, even as cold as it was, still captivatingly beautiful, he couldn’t bear to let go. Overcome by impulse, he strode towards her, reaching out to grab her hand.
But before his hand even grazed Joanna’s, there was a ’bam’ sound and he was hit straight in the face.
The punch tossed him back onto the ground.
As he lay on the ground, wailing and clutching his face in pain, Ashton turned him around and delivered another heavy punch.
For scions of these wealthy families, they are trained in self-defense since childhood.
Being hit by two successive punches, David, with no related skills, suddenly saw black, and nearly passed out.
His face began to swell, one eye puffing up, his nose bleeding, and terrible blood vessels could be seen in his eyes.
Ashton’s gaze still held a gleam of ice. Just as he was about to punch David once more, Joanna intervened.
She shook her head at him, her eyes filled with fear, "Let’s go."
She feared that if Ashton continued, it could escalate.
Upon seeing David, seemingly lifeless on the ground, Annie Lawrence turned pale with fright.
The joy of seeing Ashton had been replaced by fear.
Ashton had yet to calm down.
His chest rose and fell; he lifted his head, the chill in his eyes not entirely gone as he looked at Joanna.
Even knowing that Ashton would never harm her,
Joanna still felt a little fearful under his gaze.
She didn’t realize that Ashton had already restrained a lot.
"Ashton, let’s go." Joanna tugged at his sleeve, her voice soft and gentle, "I want to go back. Let’s go home, alright?"