After finishing the interview script, I went to the parking lot, only to be blocked by one of Ryan’s friends.
"Sister-in-law, no need to take Ryan’s drunken words so seriously, right?"
The blonde guy leaned against my car with a sly grin, arms crossed, looking at me with ill intentions.
I stared at him coldly, "Move aside."
The grin on his face only widened, showing off a set of yellowing teeth.
"Hey, no rush, sister-in-law. I heard you’re thinking of breaking up with Ryan?"
"That’s our fault, but Ryan wasn’t wrong—
Sister-in-law, you’re in your twenties and still look as fresh as a teenager."
I frowned at his increasingly smug expression, sensing something was off.
He moved closer, trying to reach out and touch my face.
"Sister-in-law, if you break up with Ryan, why not give me a chance? I’m in way better shape than that scrawny chicken Ryan!"
He dared to lay a hand on me?
I couldn’t hold back—I threw a punch right at his face.
Before he could react, I swiftly dialed the police.
It was Ryan who bailed him out.
He even brought takeout for the guy, making sure he wasn’t mistreated.
I recognized the brand—luxurious and pricey, something I had long dreamed of trying.
Ryan had once promised,
that once he was established at work, he’d take me there to celebrate.
Even after I had enough money, I waited for him instead of going on my own.
This hope had been worn down over time,
and seeing that takeout finally extinguished it.
I lowered my eyes, a mocking smile tugging at my lips.
After comforting his friend, Ryan instinctively looked for the person who called the police.
When he saw me, he assumed I was there for the interview.
"Well, well, Claire the journalist, still working, huh? Haven’t they fired you yet?"
He tried to act cool, whistling at me,
but I shut him down with a glare.
When he finally realized I was the one who sent his friend to jail,
his face softened in an attempt to appease me.
"Claire, he was just looking out for me…"
I couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt.
Looking out for you?
Since when does that justify harassment and groping?
Some people only realize the sting of a slap when it lands on their face!
I had acted in self-defense, and his friend had committed sexual harassment. He’d likely stay in jail for a few days.
I leaned in close, my voice dripping with sarcasm,
"If groping me is his way of looking out for you, then you’re pretty cheap, aren’t you?"