RUNNING AWAY FROM MY BETROTHED

CHAPTER 109. THE UNSETTLING RIDDLE

No! No! No! This can't get to that point!

Damian's fury is palpable; his fists are clenched tight, poised for action. But I can't let situation escalate any further.

With a sense of urgency, I position myself between Damian and Leo, a barrier the raging beast and the instigator. My gaze locks on Leo, his presence as he stands there, oblivious or indifferent to the boundaries he has crossed.

It is so infuriating how this moron has no slight respect for boundaries, but I refuse to him provoke Damian any further. It is clear that neither of them is backing down , and it is up to me to diffuse the tension before it erupts into something .

"If you know what decency means, gather your trash and get your disgusting face out our sights and never show yourself to me or my fiance ever again," I fume, and the pizza box to him too. "That too. I don't think it would go past my lips given it is you, a dirty, disgusting, and stinking moron, who delivered it. That is how you disgust me!" I proudly mumble.

"Suit yourself. You can starve to death for all I give a fuck about!" He annoyingly , and I laugh out loud at his oblivion, halting him in his tracks to collect his from the floor.

How pathetic does that sound, huh?

"Take one good look at my fiance." I even cleared the way for his sight as he jerks his face toward Damian. He gives him a good look from head to toe. "Does look like a pauper or a delivery boy who depends on some coins at the end of the ?" That hurts his ego. He turns cold at once, an inferiority complex gushing him. "Ooh, what happened, by the way? Karma caught up with you that soon." I 't help but mock. I mean, how on earth did an IT consultant end up being a mere delivery boy? Wonders will surely never end!

Like the egotistical jerk that he is, he grabs his trash from the floor and racks before , his features radiating loathe and hurt. "You ruin everything you touch, Ellie, Marrie Riccaford! Sooner or later, you will know, and I hope you will still this smirk on your face!" My smirk fades in a flicker, Damian's grip on me , and Leo turns his back on us and marches out of our sight.

I ruin everything I touch. What sort of freaking riddle is that? What did I ruin? Whom I ruin? How? Where? When? I mean, did he just brat that out just to hurt me, or is he talking about?

Damian turns me around to face him after a while. I know I look pale; that's why he is my face with his palm to restore my usual color. I don't think its magic is , though. That last part of Leo is getting on my nerves in a way I don’t like, I cannot also shake the echo of his words from my head. I ruin everything I touch.

That is heavy.

"Don't let what that jerk said get into you, babe. He is probably blaming you for his ." Damian comforts me, cupping my face. "Come on! Don't be like this, ." He pleads.

I know I shouldn’t worry. I should probably listen to Damian and stop worrying about

Leo’s empty riddles. But I just can’t help. Even the way he said it. It is like he is a testament to that riddle. "It is worrying, Damian. I feel like his words have a meaning," I mumble.

"What exactly?"

"I have no idea," I retort, running my palms over my face as his hands drop to my .

“Just forget it. Don’t let it get to you. That is probably what the jerk wants—to mess your peace,” he says.

I shake my head slightly. I know that there is a possibility that that is exactly what

Leo wants, but still, his words cut deep. So deep. “I feel this is deep. I feel like he something. I just don't... what have I ruined?”

He massages me gently. "You are not capable of ruining anything or anyone, Ellie.

You are so, pur. So innocent. Don't give it so much meaning. The jerk seems hurt and still in denial that you can love someone else. It is probably the jealousy in his dick ."

Oh, I hope so! I can't afford another dilemma.

"If that is it, then he can go bang his dick...” I waver, trying to find his words again.

“Where did you say it again? On a rock?" I slightly smirked after recalling his words.

I can't envision the sight of someone banging their dick on a rock. Jeez!

"Did I say that?" He queries, raising an eyebrow.

He doesn’t remember now? "You did."

He shakes his head with a dark grin. "That jerk just got on my nerves." He turns cold, away for a while.

He really hates that, Leo! I hope they don't cross paths again. "Hey!" I drag his gaze me with my hand. "You are angry at that idiot and not me, right?" I implore.

"Why would I be mad at you, huh?" he asks.

I know he is not mad at me. But the way Leo spoke to me. All that nonsense he . "You are not even scared of his warnings?"

"Not at all. Whatever comes, we will face it head-on. Together. I promised that, didn’t

I? I am never backing down!" He assures me, and I nod my head and give him a kiss.

"Together,” I repeat, and that sounds so sweet. "I know you want to bang your sweet in me but I don't have the energy to handle you. I am hungry."

He smirks! "Okay. Let us go downstairs and see what we can find." He says this, my lips and drags me with him to his restaurant downstairs, while along the , Leo’s words keep bagging my head.

‘You ruin everything you touch, Ellie Marrie Riccaford. Sooner or later, you will ... I have never been bothered more than this riddle is bothering me. It is up with my peace. If that was what that dog wanted, he fucking succeeded.

What was the meaning of that, if at all it has a meaning, which is a possibility that is my cool?