Domineering Love

"Damn it!" The thug who had been knocked down struggled to get up. Taking advantage of a moment’s distraction, he grabbed a nearby half-full wine bottle from the ground and charged towards William Griffith again.

"William! Watch out!" Cherish Turner shouted in horror.

William turned his head, and the wine bottle was already being smashed towards his head. He quickly raised his other hand to block it. The bottle shattered on his hand, glass shards slicing through his flesh and embedding themselves painfully in his skin. The alcohol splashed onto his body, his face, and his black hair. He immediately raised his leg and kicked the man, sending him flying.

"Damn it!" The man hit the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Stop it! Be careful not to cause any trouble!" one of them shouted, turning to call the bartender.

The bartenders rushed over and pulled the thug away from William’s grasp.

"Get lost! Don’t ever show your face again!" The two people were beaten until they spat blood, clinging to each other and stumbling away.

"William! William!" Cherish Turner was panicked.

Cherish Turner sprinted to William’s side, looking worriedly at him to see if he was injured. His right hand had many small cuts from the glass shards, and the blood mixed with the alcohol looked horrific. The glass shards seemed to pierce her heart as well, making her eyes red with sorrow.

"Does it hurt? Shall I take you to the hospital? Or do you want to disinfect it first?" Cherish Turner became flustered, her little face in the snow unable to hide her anxiety and fear.

However, William hugged her tightly and said in a deep voice, "It’s just a small wound, it doesn’t hurt at all. Don’t worry."

"William, you’re lying! Lying! Lying!"