In a narrow hallway, Armando had pinned Juliette against the wall, kissing her with a raw intensity.
His hands were tightly gripping her waist, his voice low and jealous. “What’s so good about that guy? You really want to be with him? Hmm?”
“You’re not spending time with me, and I thought you didn’t want me anymore…” Juliette whimpered, soft and fragile, as she buried her face in his chest, tears spilling down her cheeks.
That cry instantly dissolved all of Armando’s anger.
He gently stroked her cheek, whispering, “Stop crying. I’ll take you out in a few days and spend some real time with you.”
“Really? Aren’t you going to be with Jovana?” Juliette asked, her voice filled with feigned innocence.
‘She’s not as important as you. I’ll be with you first. And from now on, no more men to make me jealous.”
Jovana stood there, frozen, as if struck by lightning.
She stared at the two of them entwined, her heart shattering.
Jovana thought, “So, it turns out that in his heart, I don’t even rank higher than a lover.”
She looked up at the ceiling, determined not to let her tears fall.
“Mando, my ankle hurts. Can you carry me out?” Juliette pouted.
Jovana’s eyes reddened. She didn’t believe that Armando would squat down to carry her.
A proud man like him wouldn’t bend down for a woman.
But the next moment, she was slapped with the cruel reality.
“So I’ve spoiled you rotten, huh?” Armando said indulgently as he pinched Juliette’s cheek, squatting down to let her climb on his back. He then walked toward Jovana, his hands on her hips.
The path was narrow, the haunted house dark, and as they passed, they knocked into Jovana, sending her crashing to the floor.
“Ah! Jovana gasped, her ankle twisting painfully as she winced in agony.
Armando didn’t even glance back, his eyes focused entirely on Juliette’s injured ankle.
He coldly muttered, “Sorry, my girlfriend hurt her ankle. We’re in a rush. You can come work at the Dunbar Group.”
Jovana’s face went pale as she clutched her injured ankle, momentarily unsure whether it was the pain in her leg or the heartbreak in her chest that hurt more.
‘Mando, you’re so good to me,” Juliette cooed, snuggling against his chest.
“If I’m not good to you, who will I be good to?” he replied as he carried her off.
Had he looked back for even a second, he would have seen that the woman he knocked down was Jovana, and he would have noticed the painful injury on her ankle.
But he didn’t.
In the end, Jovana struggled to hold herself up, walking slowly toward the exit, leaning against the wall for support.
As she reached the exit, she saw Armando, his face red, frantically searching for her.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding a photo of her, stopping the staff to ask, “Have you seen her? She’s wearing a white shirt, denim
skirt….
The staff shook their head.“No, she’s probably still inside. You could try calling her.”
Armando rubbed his face in frustration. “Her phone’s not working. I’ve searched everywhere inside. The group that was with her had already left, but she didn’t come out.
“She’s afraid of the dark. She’d be scared alone in there.”
“Alright, I’ll pay for the haunted house’s earnings for today. You can turn on the lights inside, and let the staff not scare her.”
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His voice, full of desperation, drew sympathy from the surrounding crowd.
Jovana watched quietly from a distance, feeling both sad and absurd.
She thought, “What a hypocrite.”
“Hey, is that your wife standing at the door?” someone suddenly asked.
Armando, his eyes still red, turned to the door and saw Jovana standing there. His heart instantly lightened, and he rushed toward her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
It was like he had found a lost treasure.
“Are you alright? Where did you go? I told you to wait for me,” he asked, his voice full of concern.
Jovana’s expression was cold, her heart numbed from the pain. She said indifferently, “I just saw a couple. I didn’t want to cause any trouble, so I left first.”
At her words, Armando’s hand faltered for a moment.
< Chapter 29.
