Chapter 650
“Benjamin! Don’t be so reckless!”
Wendy clung to his arm, then turned to Dennis. “I’m so sorry. Please, just go!”
She hated that Dennis was getting dragged into this mess because of her.
“I’m not leaving. I live here. Why should I go? He’s the one who should leave.”
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Dennis calmly undid the buttons on his jacket, ready for a fight. Benjamin shook Wendy off and lunged again. The two men clashed hard, fists flying.
“Stop it! Benjamin, stop!”
Wendy cried as tears streamed down her face, her voice breaking. Her heart was torn in two as she watched the man she loved brawl with someone else, fists cracking against bone, blood already drawn.
Dennis’s cheek split under Benjamin’s punch. Seeing him hurt made Wendy feel even more guilty. Then Benjamin took a blow himself, his nose bleeding. That sight made Wendy’s heart ache unbearably.
She was terrified one of them would get seriously injured. Desperate, she shouted, “Benjamin! If you don’t stop right now, I’ll never speak to you again!”
That cut through his rage instantly. Nothing frightened Benjamin more than the thought of Wendy cutting him off. He froze. But Dennis’s fist was already midair, slamming into Benjamin and sending him crashing to the ground.
“Benjamin!” Wendy dropped beside him, reaching out.
“Wendy…”
The moment he saw her at his side, worried for him, Benjamin’s pain faded. Every punch had been worth it. If she still cared for him, he could endure anything.
Clutching her hand, he whispered hoarsely, “Just give me another chance. Please. Let’s talk.”
Wendy bit her lip, torn, and finally nodded. She helped him back to his feet.
Benjamin straightened, not looking the least bit defeated. Instead, he glared at Dennis with open challenge. “She’s my girlfriend. Stay away from her.”
Dennis scoffed, wiping blood from his mouth. “If you really loved her, you wouldn’t cling to her like this. You wouldn’t keep hurting her.”
He knew Benjamin’s reputation. A spoiled playboy. He knew Benjamin had once humiliated Wendy, even calling her a fat nobody. A man like that didn’t deserve her.
“You don’t get to judge us!” Benjamin snapped, fury in every word.
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“You two don’t belong together. You can’t give Wendy the happiness she deserves.”
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“You-” Benjamin lunged again, but Wendy wrapped her arms around him, holding him back.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to talk to me? Then let’s go. Now!”
She pushed him toward his car. Dennis picked up his jacket and the bags of groceries, calling after her, “Wendy, I’ll carry these inside for you.”
“Thank you, Dennis,” she said softly.
Then she slid into Benjamin’s sports car. He started the engine, tires screeching as they sped away.
Just minutes later, Caitlin’s car pulled into the drive of LL Villa. She rang the bell. The housekeeper opened the door and greeted her warmly, ushering her inside.
On the coffee table sat several shopping bags. Caitlin glanced at them.
in Vendy’s back?”
“She hasn’t returned yet. But she had a gentleman bring her shopping in.”
“A gentleman?” Caitlin frowned, puzzled. Just then, a man stepped out of the hall. His shirt was spotted with blood, his face bruised.
Caitlin stared for a moment before recognition dawned. “Dennis!”
“Mrs. Vanderbilt.” He gave a polite nod.
“What happened to you?” she asked sharply.
“Wendy and I got caught in a fight on the way back.”
“You fought with Benjamin?”
Dennis nodded grimly. “He took Wendy with him. I’m worried for her. You’re close to her. Can you check on her? I don’t trust that man not to hurt her.”
“Thank you for telling me.”
Dennis grabbed his jacket and walked out.
Caitlin pieced together what must have happened. Benjamin and Dennis had clashed, and Benjamin had taken Wendy away. She doubted Benjamin would truly harm her, but still, she decided to wait at the Smiths‘ villa until Wendy returned. She could check on Rebecca in the meantime.
Benjamin drove like a man possessed, refusing to slow down. He was afraid that if he stopped, Wendy would bolt. Only when he reached his private residence, the Cloudrise Villa, did he pull to a halt.
The ride had been silent.
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He got out quickly, circling to her side, eager to help her unbuckle. But Wendy had already freed herself and stepped out. Her eyes flicked to the blood staining his shirt, the cuts on his face. Her chest tightened with pain.
“This is my place,” Benjamin said. “We’ll talk inside.”
He caught her hand again, dragging her toward the door. But before he could open it, it swung inward.
Mrs. Jones stood there.
Wendy’s heart lurched. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Benjamin gripped her wrist tightly, refusing to let go.
His mother’s eyes widened at the sight of her son, face bloodied. “Benjamin, what happened? Did you get into a fight?” Her gaze flicked to Wendy, who lowered her head in shame.
Mrs. Jones’s stomach twisted. Wendy had promised to stay away. Why was she here again, and with her son beaten bloody?
“Mom, what are you doing here?” Benjamin asked, clearly irritated. The last thing he wanted was his mother interrupting.
“You haven’t come home in days. I was worried. And now I find you like this? You’re bleeding!”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not! Come inside, I’ll clean you up.”
“No. Wendy will take care of it. Please, just go home.” He tugged Wendy past her into the foyer.
Mrs. Jones stood frozen, her heart aching for her son, but even more troubled seeing Wendy still at his side. She forced a smile. “Fine. Then let Wendy handle it. Please, take care of him.”
Her eyes lingered meaningfully on Wendy before she turned and left.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Benjamin exhaled heavily and leaned against it. He tightened his grip on Wendy’s hand. “I’m hurt. Will you take care of me?