Fiona Grantham’s movements were too quick, and Bella Green, holding the torn fabric, couldn’t stop Fiona in time.
A crisp sound suddenly rang out, and Fiona’s wrist was forcefully slapped, causing her whole body to sway to the side.
This sudden change stunned Bella, and then a shadow flashed before her eyes, and her body was tightly wrapped in a warm coat, drawn into a broad, warm embrace.
The familiar scent in her nose instantly put Bella’s tense heart at ease, and her rigid body gradually relaxed in the man’s embrace.
This sudden man immediately caught everyone’s attention, so much so that no one noticed Fiona Grantham’s fall.
In their sight, the man dominated and possessively held the petite and frail teenager, the well-tailored shirt encompassing his strong, muscle-clad frame.
The disciplined collar paired with his cold and indifferent handsome face exuded a strong aura of restraint.
Mason Bennett’s eyes coldly scanned the onlookers with their phones, and just one look made them uneasy, instinctively putting away their phones.
Finally, the man’s gaze slowly moved down to Fiona Grantham, who was sitting dazed on the ground, his eyes so cold they could almost slice through flesh.
Fiona was so shocked by that extremely cold, unfamiliar gaze that she became stiff, unable to regain her senses.
Even the idea she had of pretending to faint couldn’t be carried out at this moment.
The pain in her wrist was bone-piercing...
Behind, Victor Bennett and Elliot Morris, who had followed closely, were also stunned by the scene.
Victor’s gaze shifted and, seeing the pale-faced Fiona Grantham sitting on the ground, he hurried over in panic to help her up. Read full story at noⅴelfire.net
"Phoebe, what happened?" Victor asked anxiously and worriedly.
Fiona looked at Victor and then at Mason, her eyes reddening immediately, as she cried into Victor’s embrace.
"Victor, I, I..." The woman cried pitifully, her tears like a pear blossom in the rain.
Nearby, Joanna Ramsey watched the pair embracing in front of her, standing there dumbfounded.
Elliot Morris also paused as he looked at the two pairs hugging each other and finally focused his gaze on the curious onlookers nearby, feeling overwhelmed, and hurried over to handle the crowd.
At the same time, the hotel manager came over with the security staff. Seeing Mason Bennett, he was immediately taken aback and was about to step forward when Elliot stopped him.
"Assistant Elliot." The manager recognized Elliot Morris and immediately gave a fawning smile, full of anxiety and fear.
"Apologies for disrupting Mr. Bennett’s meal, Assistant Elliot, I’ll handle it immediately."
Elliot nodded and followed the manager over.
Although they put away their phones right away, some still managed to snap photos of Mason.
In a moment, the corridor became quiet, leaving only the six of them: Bella, Fiona, Mason, Victor, Joanna, and Elliot.
Fiona looked at the man’s cold eyes, which were devoid of warmth, and her face showed a trace of panic and nervousness.
"Mason, let me explain..."
His voice, as cold as ice, seemed to pierce Fiona’s heart like a blade. Yet the next words were almost like sending her straight to hell.
"I saw it very clearly."
Fiona’s face turned pale, almost unable to stand, while the sharp and emotionless gaze of the man seemed to slice her to pieces.
"No, it’s not, it was a misunderstanding just now."
"Brother, what are you doing? You’re scaring Phoebe," Victor urgently spoke up.
Mason coolly glanced at his foolish brother, who was missing a brain cell, then lowered his head to look at the small thing in his arms.
The short hair was messy, and on that palm-sized face, several distinct fingerprints made his usually indifferent eyes suddenly frighteningly like a Hell Fiend, and a terrifying aura spiraled around him like the howls of evil spirits...
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