Chapter 123

Andrew had always been ruthless. When he wanted something, he would do it thoroughly and recklessly. There was no room for sympathy and softness. Otherwise, he wouldn't be called the Demon Lord. However, as he looked at Melina's slightly reddened eyes and how she held onto him pitifully, he softened unexpectedly. She said she wanted to go home. The private room was still incredibly lively as jokes and laughter filled the air. The smell of various alcohols and the acrid scent of smoke created a chaotic revelry. At that moment, Andrew felt that the pure and bright Melina shouldn't be exposed to such an environment. He didn't even want anyone to see her like this. Grabbing his coat, he draped it over Melina's head and pulled her into his arms. His broad chest seemed to shield her from all the noise outside. Though she was enveloped in darkness, Melina didn't resist. Instead, she strangely felt calm. "Shut up!" Andrew roared suddenly. The once lively private room fell silent as