Love At The Wrong Table

In the heat of the moment, Blake unleashed a barrage of strikes on Yosef, seizing the advantage.

“Haha, fancy being on the other side of the blade for once, huh? Now you know how it feels!”

Unlike most fighters, Blake relished the thrill of battle, especially when dominating a worthy opponent.

Yet, Blake was taken aback. Yosef casually grabbed a broom, wielding it like a seasoned warrior, pushing Blake back.

“Well, I’ll be d*mned. Didn’t expect you to handle a broom like a pro.”

Wide-eyed, Blake realized he had underestimated Yosef. His plan to catch him off guard now backfired. Now that both were armed, his edge was all but lost!

Should I make a run for it? Or face him head-on?

Suddenly, Blake found himself in a dilemma akin to Hamlet’s.

“Casanova, are you in there? Casanova!”

Unexpectedly, Abellyn’s voice echoed outside the house, cutting through the tense atmosphere.

“Why are you here, woman?” Blake’s tone dripped with anger as he turned to face her.

“Weren’t you the one who asked me to come look for you earlier? Ryder’s on my tail!

Abellyn’s voice trembled with urgency.

ashamed? Being pursued by a disabled man? He can’t

the one who harmed

spat out the words with venom.

stoic, emanating an icy demeanor.

“Isn’t there a misunderstanding here? Mr. Yosef is kind-hearted! He wouldn’t

“He’s kind?”

bitter joke. “Young girl, ever heard of the saying, ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’? Society’s a

between Yosef and the unsightly man, torn about who was right.

“Ellie, step aside and let me handle

her thoughts a jumble. Why won’t Mr. Yosef

who handles who today!”

this confrontation, having faced this opponent numerous times. Victory was his

he brandished

Sweeping

Uppercut and

of the Flying

of the Golden Bell and Invincible

marking him as

he struggled to gain

Tommy’s concussion, seized the chao’s to her advantage. She spotted a pair of scissors nearby, snatching them up stealthily to approach Yosef

in hell!” Abellyn’s expression hardened as she made her move!

“No!”