Chapter 11
Davion also slowly straightened his body.
He squinted his eyes slightly, and after recognizing the person, he suddenly raised his eyebrows
and sneered.
“Oh, it was you, Kylan.”
Kylan Farrell did not respond and did not glance at the other people in the room.
He walked straight up to Davion.
I kicked over the tea table and then reached out to grab Davion by the collar.
No one expected that such a thin–looking man could have such great strength. Despite being half–drunk, Davion was forcefully pulled up by him and pressed hard against the wall.
“What, do you want to fight?”
Davion laughed sarcastically and maliciously.
Just as his words were about to fall, Kylan swung his fist and smashed it into his face.
“Davion, I said it five years ago.”
“If you treated her badly, I wouldn’t let you off.”
Davion turned his face to the side, and crimson blood gushed out from his nose.
He casually raised his hand and wiped it off, then he retaliated with a heavy punch.
The room quickly became a mess.
The wine bottle shattered, and the tables and chairs toppled over.
Davion, who was heavily drunk, quickly lost the upper hand and was kicked down to the ground
Kylan.
Both of them were badly injured, and Davion’s face was completely disfigured.
A bloody gash was cut on the back of Kylan’s hand, and blood kept dripping.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? It’s between me and my wife, what business is it of yours?”
Davion leaned against the sofa, supporting one leg, and laughed coldly repeatedly.
“What, did you hear that we had a disagreement and couldn’t wait to come and undermine us?”
Unfortunately, Kylan, five years ago Marisa chose me instead of you, and five years later it remains the same!”
Kylan slowly clenched his blood–dripping hand.
The wound on the back of the hand cracked even deeper, looking terrifying.
But he was completely unaware of the pain.
It’s just like there is a thorn stuck in my heart, and the thorn keeps getting deeper.
It burrowed into his flesh, making him restless day and night.
“Brother, I have a good heart to advise you, stop thinking about someone else’s wife.”
Davion laughed wickedly, “We have been married for three years and have slept together countless
times.”
He deliberately stared at Kylan’s face.
I savored the pain on his face, indulging in the exhilarating sensation.
All reason was completely gone.
He only wanted to make Kylan suffer, to break her down. “Her first love, first kiss, first night, all
were given to me. What do you have to compete with me, Kylan?”
“Everyone knew how much Marisa loved me.”
“It is precisely because she loved me that there was no room for a grain of sand in her eyes.’
“The more she quarreled with me, the more it proved that she cared about me.”
“150,
what was the point of you coming all the way here?”
“Do you think you could take advantage of the situation and win over the beauty?”
“Stop daydreaming, Kylan. Marisa never had you in her eyes, and she would never love you.”
Davion leaned on the sofa and struggled to stand up.
No matter how embarrassed he was, he stood in front of Kylan, who was a former loser, at this
moment.
He still remained high above.
“I would not divorce my wife.”
“Give up on this hope, you will never have a chance in this lifetime.”
Davion.”
Kylan looked at him, and there seemed to be a layer of frost in the depths of his eyes.
It was extremely cold, but it was also utterly extreme. “If only I could have seen five years ago that you would turn out to be such a scumbag.”
Even if she hated me and resented me, I would still snatch her away.”
“Why did you compete with me?”
“Or, should I say, you were always a masochist who enjoyed eating leftovers from others.”
Kylan suddenly raised his hand and heavily slammed his blood–stained hand on his jaw.
He looked at Davion, his eyes filled with blood red.
“I waited to see your retribution.”
