Ste couldn''t be bothered to engage with him any longer and turned to leave.


    But Yorick grabbed her again, his head pounding fiercely. It was clear that Ste hadn''t shown any mercy earlier. It felt like his brain was being scrambled. Catching Yorick''s gaze, Ste raised an eyebrow. "Again?"


    In that brief instant, Yorick''s gaze shifted, catching the swelling on Ste''s lips and the marks peeking out from the edge of her scarf.


    His mind went nk, his vision shattered.


    He reached out and yanked the scarf from around Ste''s neck, revealing several hickey marks.


    In that instant, Yorick found it hard to breathe.


    "You and those guys?"


    Yorick couldn''t finish his sentence. He was an adult, after all. He knew exactly what those marks meant.


    No one knew how he had spent the past few days, tormented by the thought of Ste with other men, convincing himself she was just angry with him and that it was all for show. But now... was it all for show?


    "Are you nut?"


    Talking about Urs was one thing, but bringing up her man? That was something else entirely. Did he think he could just talk about her man like that?


    Ste tried to shake off Yorick''s grip, but the damn man held on tight.


    Furious, Ste delivered a swift kick to his stomach, apanied by a loud ''thump''. The moment Yorick groaned and released Ste''s wrist, Ronald stood there, hands in pockets, his gaze icy. Yorick, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath, red at Ronald.


    So it was both Ste and Ronald who had kicked him simultaneously.


    Yorick felt as if his insides were shattered; the pain was unbearable!


    He red at Ste. "You... you..."


    Seeing Ronald, Ste asked, "How did you get here?"


    "When did you be so weak?"


    Ronald took off his coat and wrapped it around her.


    "It''s already cold, and you''re dressed so lightly."


    Ronald''s cool, fragrant scent enveloped Ste, pleasant and slightly sweet, drawing her in.


    Hearing Ronald''sment about Ste''s weakness, Yorick''s face turned even paler.


    Did women even possess such strength? Ste must have fought dogs for food with that kind of ferocity.


    Ste muttered, "I did kick him, and then you showed up."


    Ronald pulled her up by the hand, his gaze warningly fixed on Yorick, who was still struggling with the pain.


    Yorick, breathing heavily and sweating coldly, red at Ste. "Ste, exin yourself."


    Before she could respond, Ronald approached Yorick with an icy demeanor.


    Yorick instinctively tried to back away, but it was toote-


    With a kick, Ronald sent Yorick sprawling on the ground, and Yorick could swear he heard a ''crack''. Without a doubt, his already injured hand must have been damaged further. Before he could even attempt to rise, Ronald stepped on his back.


    "You bastard!"


    Yorick was furious. No one in Portis City had ever dared to treat him this way. This was an insult!


    Seeing the situation from his car, Orion immediately rushed over.


    Even Ste, seeing Ronald''s dangerous demeanor, felt her heart jump to her throat.


    For a brief moment, a bloody scene shed through her mind, making her fear that someone might get seriously hurt next.


    Ronald''s voice was icy. "You think bullying her is fun?"


    Yorick, gritting his teeth, shot back, "Let me go if you''re so tough."


    Ronald pressed down harder with his foot. "If you can''t even stand up from under my foot, what could you possibly do if I let you go?"


    Yorick gasped for air, his anger palpable as he red at Ste. "Ste, get your man off me."