Chapter 725:
“Who the fuck is this guy?” Brendon barked at Christina, voice laced with fury.
“I don’t owe you a damn thing,” Christina replied coolly. “And you don’t get to ask.”
That cold, detached tone of hers only made Brendon’s blood boil hotter.
Meanwhile, Terrence looked genuinely pleased with how she responded, his smile growing more content. The woman he had his eyes on wasn’t ordinary—she was far from it. Her fire, her guts… that was what had him hooked. Brendon? Please. That guy couldn’t take a few slaps, while he had taken more than one from Christina and didn’t flinch. What did Brendon have to compete with him? Nothing. Not a damn thing.
Thinking all that, Terrence couldn’t help the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
If Christina had even the slightest clue what was going on inside Terrence’s head, she’d probably call him a freak, cursing that his brain worked in ways she couldn’t begin to understand.
“Do you really enjoy flirting with every man you meet? Don’t you know what it means to have a little dignity? Some damn self-respect?” Brendon snapped, his temper flaring without thinking.
Christina couldn’t help but laugh. She lifted a brow and shot back, “Dignity and self-respect? You wanna talk about that? You cheated on me. You really think you’ve got the right to lecture anyone about values?”
“It’s different for men. And let’s be real, our marriage was a mistake from the beginning. Why are you still being so stubborn about it?” Brendon argued self-righteously.
Christina was extremely exasperated. So what if he was a man? Did that automatically give him a free pass from being a decent human being?
In Christina’s mind, if Yolanda was truly his one and only, he should have stood up to his family like a man rather than compromising and maintaining a clandestine relationship with Yolanda. If he had just shown her a little respect back then and ended their marriage neatly before jumping into bed with Yolanda, she might’ve actually respected him.
But the truth? He was already tangled up with Yolanda while still married to her. And the second Yolanda returned to the country, he couldn’t wait to shove her out of the picture to make space for his precious Yolanda. And then, to top it all off, he had the nerve to make her walk away with nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Christina stared at Brendon in silence, her thoughts running deep. Whatever charm he once had was long gone. Now? All she felt looking at him was disgust. To her, he was utterly despicable. He was just another man—plain and unimpressive.
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Terrence watched Christina closely, misreading the tension in her face. In his head, it could only mean one thing: she still had lingering feelings for Brendon.
Instantly, something dark sparked behind Terrence’s icy blue eyes. It was sharp, aggressive, and ready to strike.
“Want me to take care of this guy for you?” Terrence asked Christina, his stare locked onto Brendon like a loaded gun.
The cold warning in Terrence’s eyes was impossible to miss. Brendon swallowed hard and instinctively stepped back. What kind of psycho jumped straight to threats?
“My affairs are none of your business,” Christina said flatly, not even blinking.
Terrence’s expression tightened, his tone sharp. “You’re mine. If I don’t deal with this crap, who the hell will?”
Christina scowled. “Who said I belonged to you?”
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