I didn’t even have time to look up and apologize before Anderson caught up and grabbed my arm. “Vivian! Where do you think you’re going?”
“You’ve got the wrong person,” I muttered, keeping my head down while trying to break free from his grip.
“I thought we were having a good time earlier,” Anderson said, refusing to let go. With a smirk that turned sinister, he added, “If you came to this party, you should’ve known what to expect. Acting all innocent now isn’t cute.”
“Let her go.” The man I had collided with hadn’t left. His voice was cold and commanding.
Before I could even process whether those words were directed at Anderson, another realization hit me like a jolt—I recognized that voice. Here in Xinyi District, almost anything could happen, but meeting this particular person was a little too… coincidental, wasn’t it?
“Sir, if you’re not her friend, don’t interfere!” Anderson, clearly irritated, snapped back.
“She’s not my friend,” the man said in an authoritative tone. “She’s my woman. So get lost!”
I stood frozen, unable to lift my head. My whole body was stiff as I helplessly witnessed—not watched, listened to—their confrontation. Why couldn’t someone hand me an invisibility cloak or a shovel to dig a hole and disappear into? Only vanishing on the spot could save me from the unbearable embarrassment of this melodramatic showdown. Why couldn’t they settle this without dragging me into the scene?
“Damn it, I ran into two lunatics tonight!” Anderson muttered angrily. Reluctant to escalate further, he spat those words before turning and walking away.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, keeping my eyes down and speaking so quietly that even I could barely hear myself. Without waiting for a response, I quickly started walking away, eager to escape.
However, Voldemort (a metaphor for the man’s dominating tone) cast a spell that froze me in place: “Until you lift your head and look me in the eyes, I’m not letting you leave.”
I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, but I still didn’t dare to turn around.
It was true that he had saved me just now, but it was also true that he had witnessed the ugliest side of me tonight. The moment I lifted my head and met his gaze, I would lose the moral high ground. I wouldn’t be able to righteously condemn his every immoral action. From that moment on, we’d be the same kind of person.
“Were you just coming from a college prom?” he asked, mocking me with his sarcasm.
“Not funny,” I replied coldly, simultaneously checking my own awareness to ensure the alcohol in my bloodstream wouldn’t make me falter.
“You’re still refusing to look at me?” He sighed softly. “Fine. I guess I’m used to watching your back by now.”
“What else do you want to say?” The situation was already unbearably awkward, and all I wanted was to escape.
Chu Ke Huan stayed silent for a long time—so long that I thought he had given up and left. But then, out of nowhere, he spoke. “I’m just a little disappointed in you.”
“What?” For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him.
His words startled me enough to momentarily forget my embarrassment. I turned around, lifted my face, and met Chu Ke Huan’s gaze—only to be greeted by a cold, unfeeling expression.
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