Chapter 111

Steven was the type who preferred action over words. When we finally managed to stop him, I saw Yasmin being carried out by someone. Her dress was stained with blood. Michael looked irritated. He carried Yasmin over and left with a grim expression. I observed the intriguing subtle dynamics between Michael and Yasmin with great interest. It appeared that Michael was getting fed up—quite typical of a player. Knowing Michael well, I predicted that if Yasmin kept bothering him, she would soon experience the kind of torment he once put me through. "Steven, let's go," I said, taking Steven's hand and leading him away. As we walked outside the hotel, I observed Michael handing Yasmin over to his friend. He didn't accompany them to the hospital. I held onto Steven's arm. There was a sarcastic smile on my face. "Steven... You see, people change, and that fickleness is disgusting." "No..." Steven rejected my statement. I looked up at him. "I won't change," he said. Avoiding eye contact