The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

What was the point of good looks in the face of danger? Would anyone spare a looker's life just because they were handsome? If anything, they would be the ones who bolted the quickest when trouble started.

Men like that were simply undependable.

Soren clapped Frank mockingly on the shoulder just then. "Bro, be a man and admit that you don't have the balls to stop the fight, or you'd get hurt. And you were laughing, weren't you? Shouldn't you be grateful and say something after I bailed you out?"

Frank simply smiled and shook his head—these kids were beneath him, and he would just be humiliating himself by getting petty with Soren.

Nash quickly hurried to them to mediate. "It's alright! The whole thing is behind us now. Let's just go."

Then, turning to Kat, he added, "I told you that you shouldn't go out this late at night. Places like this are especially dangerous. Come on, we're leaving.”

As he reached for her hand, Kat smacked him away and snapped impatiently, "Don't touch me! Leave if you want—you don't get to tell what to do! You're embarrassing me here!"

you just listen, Kat? It's very late, and I'm worried." Nash frowned, at a loss for

worried?" Kat laughed despite herself and pointed at the door. "Did you help us when those bastards came to harass us?! They were at fault, but what did you do?! All you did was apologize and bend yourself backward. I'm

your sake, Kat," Nash reasoned. "It always pays to be safe out

why I hate staying home—because I hate your face! You're always weak, so I'm begging you to just

the image his own daughter had of

the wife he lost and took a deep

hesitant to speak, even though all he wanted was for Kat to be