Phoebe Harris stood in a daze, her hand covering her burning cheek as pain instantly spread throughout her body.
Tears welled in her eyes. Her cheek throbbed hotly as she stared in disbelief at the man before her.
He... he actually dares to slap me!
The bright red imprint of his hand on her fair face was glaring and distressing.
Even Silvia Waterborne has never been subjected to such a thing in her entire life!
"Samuel Peary!" Phoebe shrieked, her shrill voice reverberating. "How dare you lay a hand on me! How dare you hit me!"
Staring at Samuel Peary in disbelief, Phoebe gritted her teeth. She pulled her hand away from her face, revealing the stark, five-fingered mark.
"Let me tell you, Samuel Peary, if you don't explain yourself clearly today, don't think this is over!"
On what grounds?
She had never endured such treatment before. This Samuel Peary must still harbor feelings for Silvia Waterborne; that's why he couldn't tolerate what I said.
