Chapter 8 Two Faces

After Emily left, it was just Daphne and Miguel in the private room, and for a moment, neither of them said a word.

Breaking the silence, Daphne looked up and met Miguel's eyes. "Mr. Harvey, I'm not looking to date anyone right now. Sorry for wasting your time."

Miguel stared at her, a bit stunned. Then he snapped out of it and gave a small smile. "It's all good, I get it." He checked his watch. "It's getting late. Want me to give you a ride home, Ms. Sullivan?"

Daphne hesitated, wanting to say no, but then she saw the hopeful look in Miguel's eyes. Instead, she said, "Alright, thank you, Mr. Harvey."

Miguel stood up first and walked over to her. "Let's go." Then he remembered something. "Ms. Sullivan, you can just call me Miguel if you want."

Daphne's lips moved slightly, her eyes lowered, her expression unreadable.

Seeing her silence, Miguel joked, "I was just kidding. I know Ms. Sullivan isn't that uptight, right?"

Daphne glanced at him and shook her head lightly. "Of course not."

As they walked side by side, Miguel kept inching closer to Daphne. She noticed and deliberately moved aside, keeping a good distance between them.

Before long, they arrived at Daphne's apartment building.

As they got out of the car and Daphne ran into Lewis, their eyes met, sparking an intense, unspoken tension between them.

Lewis's gaze fell on Miguel, and it was icy enough to freeze someone. His eyes were emotionless.

Daphne's heart raced, and she turned her head away, not daring to meet Lewis's gaze.

Was she feeling guilty? Lewis's face grew colder, his sharp eyes fixed on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Who is he? Why are you with him?" Lewis's gaze was terrifying as he looked at Miguel, his eyes dark and stormy.

Daphne was about to explain when suddenly, Miguel wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

Miguel's lips curled into a casual smile. "I'm her boyfriend. Who else would she be with if not me?"

The veins on Lewis's forehead throbbed, and his already cold face seemed to freeze over even more.

His face tightened, and he looked at Daphne with a deep, stormy gaze.

Daphne's eyelids twitched, and her heart raced. She struggled out of Miguel's embrace, about to explain.

But Lewis just walked past her coldly.

"Is this the ex-boyfriend Emily mentioned? Don't worry, I won't let him bother you," Miguel said gently, trying to comfort her.

Daphne's tightly clenched fists slightly loosened. She glanced at Miguel and said indifferently, "Thanks for bringing me back, Mr. Harvey. This is far enough."

"How can that be? Since I brought you back, so of course I have to make sure you get upstairs safely," Miguel said with an innocent smile that only made Daphne's bad feeling grow stronger.

Neither of them spoke as they reached her apartment door.

Daphne stopped and looked at Miguel. "Mr. Harvey, thanks for bringing me back today." She opened the door and stepped inside. Just as she was about to close it, Miguel blocked it.

"Ms. Sullivan, I'm a bit thirsty. Can I have a glass of water before I leave?" Miguel raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on his lips.

Understanding his implication, Daphne straightforwardly refused, "Sorry."

She tried to close the door, but Miguel's strength made it impossible.

At that moment, Miguel forcefully pushed the door open, squeezing in with all his might, looking at Daphne with a sinister expression. "Don't act all high and mighty! Who do you think you are, playing hard to get with me?"

The sudden change left Daphne stunned, but her feet reacted faster than her brain as she shoved Miguel and quickly ran outside.

Unfortunately, wearing high heels, she tripped and fell to the ground with a thud.

She gasped in pain, struggling to get up while leaning against the wall. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit her, and she realized she might have hit her head.

Daphne took off her high heels and threw them aside, ready to run, but pain shot through her feet again.

'Today is truly unlucky,' Daphne thought. Was she really going to...

No! She had to escape. She pinched her palm to stay awake, stumbling forward.

"Falling down and still running that fast? I underestimated you. Let's see if you can outrun me."

Miguel's devilish voice echoed in the hallway, and cold sweat broke out on Daphne's forehead.

Just as she was about to go downstairs, a tall figure stood in front of her. Miguel bent down and whispered in her ear, "If you behave, you might suffer less."

Daphne tried to push him away, but this time, unlike before, he was like an immovable mountain.

"This is illegal! Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?" Daphne threatened.

Miguel's arrogant voice echoed in the hallway, "Call the police? I'm from the Harvey family. Do you think it will help? You are beautiful. Stay with me, and I won't treat you badly."

With that, he dragged Daphne into the room, throwing her onto the sofa.

Daphne's vision went black from the impact. After a moment, she realized he was tearing at her clothes. "Let go of me!"

Fear washed over her like a tide. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Was she really going to lose herself to him today? At this moment, she couldn't help but think of Lewis.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open with a loud bang.

Miguel cursed, turning around, only to be kicked away before he could see who it was.

"Who dares to kick me?" Miguel shouted, clutching his chest in pain.

Before he could react, his vision was blocked, and his left hand was firmly held.

Miguel looked up and met Lewis's gaze, which was fierce and predatory, like a leopard ready to tear him to pieces.