Chapter 47 Difficulties

Chapter 47 Difficulties

Elodie's POV

A dull thud echoed, accompanied by the subtle sound of bones shifting. Alex was sent flying by Lorenzo's kick and crashed heavily onto the lawn several meters away.

Lorenzo didn't even spare him a glance. He simply pulled out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the arm where Alex had just touched me.

The air pressure around him was terrifyingly low, and those blue eyes held undisguised killing intent.

Alex curled up on the ground in pain, unable to get up for quite a while.

He lifted his head and finally noticed the man beside me whose presence was suffocatingly powerful.

When he saw the unspoken intimacy between Nelson and me, flames of jealousy instantly overwhelmed his physical pain.

He struggled and roared at Nelson, "What's your relationship with Elodie?!"

I didn't want to waste any more words on him. I glanced at him coldly, then took the initiative to hold Lorenzo's hand, interlacing our fingers. Then I turned to Alex. "He's my boyfriend. We've already slept together."

Alex's eyes instantly turned red, his rationality completely destroyed.

Like a madman, he scrambled up from the ground and charged at Lorenzo with a roar, "What gives you the right to hit me?"

I gasped instinctively, but Nelson didn't even furrow his brow.

He simply pulled me gently to the side and turned his body, easily dodging Alex's wild, uncoordinated punch.

The next second, he grabbed Alex's wrist and twisted it hard. With Alex's piercing scream, Nelson locked both his arms behind his back and pressed him firmly to the ground, his face scraping against the rough surface in utter humiliation.

"Just because of you?" Nelson looked down at him from above.

He applied slight pressure with his foot, and Alex's entire face contorted in pain. Apart from agonized groans, he couldn't make any other sound.

Soon, a black sedan quietly pulled up nearby. Rod walked over quickly with two bodyguards, bowing respectfully, "Boss."

Nelson lifted his foot, as if even one more second of contact was dirty. He coldly instructed Rod, "Send him to the hospital. Tell him if he dares appear in front of her again, it won't be just one hand that gets broken."

"Yes." Rod waved his hand, and the two bodyguards immediately dragged the still-wailing Alex to the car.

Nelson turned around. He raised his hand and tucked my wind-tousled hair behind my ear, "I'll pick you up after school."

"Okay." I nodded, looking into his deep blue eyes. The ripples in my heart caused by Alex instantly calmed.

He said nothing more, just looked at me deeply before turning to get in the car and leave.

The one-sided beating downstairs from the dorm quickly spread across campus.

I became the focus of everyone's attention. That man in the top-tier luxury car, handsome yet violent, and his intimate relationship with me became everyone's favorite gossip.

Walking around campus, I could clearly feel those probing, jealous, and speculative gazes stuck to me. Some busybodies even tried to indirectly ask me about Lorenzo's identity, but I ignored them all.

What they saw as shocking gossip was, to me, a real and dangerous life.

I had no time to play their childish games.

At noon, I went to the cafeteria alone for lunch.

I had just gotten my tray and sat down when several figures surrounded me, blocking the light above my head.

Leading them was Samantha.

She crossed her arms and exchanged a malicious look with the girls beside her, her face showing undisguised provocation.

"Well, if it isn't Elodie?" Samantha said sarcastically. "I heard you dumped Alex and found yourself an old, rich sugar daddy? How about that? Pretty impressive, having someone beat people up outside the dorm yesterday, right?"

I couldn't be bothered with her and picked up my fork, ready to eat.

My indifference completely enraged her. She suddenly raised her hand and swept my plate of pasta onto the floor. Red sauce splattered all over me.

"I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"

All eyes immediately focused on us. The cafeteria went quiet, everyone ready to watch the drama unfold.

I slowly put down my fork and methodically wiped the stains on my skirt with a napkin.

Then I stood up and, under everyone's shocked gaze, slapped Samantha hard across the face.

The crisp sound echoed through the silent cafeteria. Everyone was stunned.

Samantha covered her rapidly swelling cheek, staring at me in disbelief, "You... you dare hit me?"

"Your mouth is dirty. I'm cleaning it for you." I looked at her coldly.

She screamed like a crazed lioness, "Grab her! I'm going to tear that face of hers apart today!"

The girls behind her immediately reacted and rushed at me.
I was outnumbered. Several of them grabbed me and pinned me down on the cold table. I couldn't move.

Samantha walked toward me with a sinister smile. She raised her hand, those fingers with bright red nail polish, and swung viciously at my face.

Samantha's fingers, painted with bright red polish, came straight at my face with a sharp whooshing sound.

I turned my head to dodge. Her nails barely grazed my cheek, leaving a burning pain.

"You dare dodge!" Samantha's fury was completely ignited. "Strip her clothes off! Take pictures and post them on the forum, let everyone see what a cheap slut who seduces men really looks like!"

Fear mixed with humiliation, drowning me like icy water.

This bitch, she really dared to think of anything.

The arms gripping me tightened even more, like iron clamps pinning me to the dining table.

The cold table surface pressed against my back. I could clearly hear my own heartbeat, out of control from fear.

Samantha's hand had already grabbed my shirt collar and pulled hard.

The crisp sound of tearing fabric, accompanied by several buttons falling to the floor, was particularly harsh in the silent cafeteria.

The whispers and suppressed gasps from the onlookers around us felt like countless needles piercing my body.

"Stop it!"

A tall, thin male student rushed over. He pushed away Samantha, who was about to continue tearing my clothes, helped me up from the table, took off his own jacket and draped it over me, covering my disheveled body completely.