Suzy’s words left no room for negotiation–sticking around would only make Dylan seemn shameless.
In the past, he never would have tolerated such humiliation. But now….
The woman he loved was on the verge of being taken by someone else. What was pride compared to that? Pride meant nothing when weighed against losing her.
Instead of leaving, Dylan rolled up his sleeve to reveal his bruised and swollen arm. “I wouldn’t stoop so low as to fake an injury to deceive you.”
Suzy glanced at the bruises, her expression unmoved. “It’s just a fall. It’s hardly life- threatening.”
Though he had indeed fallen, the severity of his injury was nowhere near the dire picture Desmond had painted over the phone.
No matter the reason, Dylan had still lied to her. And if there was one thing Suzy hated above all else, it was being lied to.
She also wanted to make it clear that once he threw away the chances she gave him, there would be no getting them back.
Dylan could feel her coldness like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. He knew she was doing it on purpose, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came to mind. In the end, all he could do was mutter one last thing as she dismissed him again. “I know you’re angry with me. I was wrong before. I didn’t appreciate what I had. But I won’t make that mistake again.”
With that, he gave Desmond a look, signaling him to push the wheelchair.
After Dylan left, Elliot let out a nervous gulp. “Mentor, I’m feeling much better now. If you have something else to do, you should go take care of it.”
Smack!
Before he could say another word, Suzy gave him a hard whack on the head.
“Elliot Hayes, if there’s ever been a saying made for you, it’s ‘give you an inch, and you’ll take a mile!‘ You’re something else, pulling off that innocent act!!!
She grabbed him by the ear with practiced precision, yanking just enough to make him squirm. “Your performance was impressive. Now, come on–why don’t you put on another show for me?”
“Mentor, I swear I’ll never do it again!” Elliot yelped, immediately apologizing without
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Ellfor pleaded over and over until suzy finally let go. “You little brat, let me warn you pull something like this again, and I’ll break your legs
Clutching his now–red, sore car, Elliot nodded furiously, “Got it! I got it!”
“You’d better mean it this time,” Suzy said, pointing a finger at him. “Elliot Hayes, I made myself perfectly clear the other day–if things are impossible with Dylan, they’re downright unthinkable with you!
“You’re my student, and you’ll stay my student for life. Stop bringing up your ridiculous comparisons to that mentor–student romance nonsense. I don’t have a thing for forbidden love!”
What was that saying about causing collateral damage while trying to defeat an opponent? Elliot felt like he was experiencing it firsthand.
He’d worked tirelessly all day, achieved nothing, and still ended up with a sore ear.
Sigh
But Elliot wasn’t the only one feeling defeated.
Back at the hotel, Dylan sat by the floor–to–ceiling window, staring out at the setting sun, his whole demeanor steeped in gloom.
Desmond stood nearby, uneasy and at a loss. He wanted to console Dylan but didn’t dare approach. At a moment like this, anything he said would fall on deaf ears.
After all, Suzy’s words had been utterly brutal.
What now?
Diana was no help, Suzy’s resolve was as unyielding as stone, and Elliot was as persistent as ever. Dylan’s chances of winning her back felt impossibly slim.
Desmond knew he shouldn’t kick someone when they were down, but he couldn’t help thinking, “Serves him right!”
Back when Suzy had given Dylan the chance, he’d let his fears and doubts hold him back, even claiming he’d never regret his decision.
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And now?
