She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 316: He Bullies You

Chapter 316: Chapter 316: He Bullies You

Alexander Knox staggered backwards, his body crashing into a wine table behind him.

Sounds of glass shattering immediately caught everyone’s attention, including Aria Richardson’s.

Aria looked up to see Wyatt Lewis’s muscular arms gripping Alexander’s collar.

Without hesitation, he threw a fierce punch. Although Alexander, as the head of the Knox Family, was not lacking in martial skills,

Wyatt, who took a beating every day, was also skilled, only that he never dared to fight back against Waylon Lewis.

Confused by the sudden blows, Alexander’s already irritated mood flared up instantly. Grasping Wyatt’s fist, the two esteemed men began to scuffle like wild beasts.

"Are you fucking sick?"

"I’m sick? What are you, bullying a woman?"

Aria was terrified and rushed over, trying to pull apart the two drunken men.

"What are you doing? Wyatt, let go."

"Alexander, you let go too."

Aria was frantic, watching them exchange blows as if intent on killing each other that night.

Aria was pushed back several steps repeatedly, standing still with furrowed brows. Suddenly, she saw the ice bucket next to the wine and, without any hesitation, she gripped the ice bucket and, supporting the bottom with one hand, threw it harshly at both men.

Caught in the heat of their scuffle, a bucket of ice water shocked them to the core.

Both paused.

"Having fun, are we? What is this fighting? One head of the Knox Family, one Young Master Lewis, making a spectacle like monkeys for all to laugh, is that it? Calm down yet? I’m asking if you’re calm yet?"

Aria frowned deeply, throwing the bucket she was holding onto the ground.

"Oh my god, what happened?"

"Why are they fighting? Isn’t that Young Master Lewis and President Knox?"

The surrounding crowd began to murmur.

Aria swept her gaze around the circle of onlookers and said coldly, "What are you looking at? Stop staring, nothing to see here, disperse."

Alexander wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes emitting a chilling coldness.

"What are you looking at?" Wyatt’s voice was heavy.

"Psychopath."

Seeing Wyatt clench his fists, Aria quickly stepped forward to pull him away, "What were you doing just now? Why did you go up and fight him? Did he provoke you?"

"He provoked you."

Aria paused, "So you just now... for me..."

"Yeah."

Aria was momentarily stunned.

"He wasn’t bullying you, making you cry like that?" Wyatt said gravely.

Aria was used to seeing Wyatt’s indolence and flippant demeanor; it was rare to see him this serious and angry, stirring ripples in her heart.

Already baring scars, his face bore a few more marks that night, looking quite pitiable.

Aria looked at Wyatt, then at Alexander.

Wyatt, "What exactly did he do to you, making you so upset?"

Aria sniffled, repeatedly shaking her head, "He didn’t do anything to me, it was my fault, I’m not blaming him."

"What do you mean?" Crying like that and still not blaming him, what a strange woman.

Aria rummaged through her bag and pulled out two band-aids, looking at Alexander as she walked slowly towards him.

Wyatt watched the scene, his lips involuntarily twitching.

Aria approached Alexander, extending the band-aids in her hand, "I’m sorry about just now. My friend didn’t mean it, it was a misunderstanding. He hit you, you hit him, can we call it even with this?"

Alexander lifted his cold eyes over Aria to glance at Wyatt, his anger hard to hide. He then looked back at Aria and finally accepted the band-aids from her hand, saying nothing.

Aria nodded slightly, opened her mouth to say something, but then turned to leave.

"Aria Richardson!" Alexander spoke up, calling out her name lightly, "I remember you."

Aria stiffened for a moment, turned her head and smiled, "Then I’m really thankful you remember me."

Following that, Aria walked back to Wyatt’s side, looking at his face that had endured too much, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to get bandaged up."

Wyatt pursed his lips, sweeping a glance at still-standing Alexander, his hand holding the band-aids Aria had given.

Wyatt was slightly perturbed by the scene he had just witnessed.

Aria noticed he wasn’t responding to her, tilted her head to look at him, "Hey? Are we going or not?"

Wyatt bit down on his back teeth, looking back at her. Aria was wearing a figure-hugging spaghetti strap dress that evening, looking somewhat provocative.

He irritably took off his jacket and threw it to Aria.

Caught off guard, Aria reached out her hands to catch it, the jacket landing perfectly over her head.

Aria, "..."

She pulled down the garment and saw Wyatt walking ahead on his own, carelessly mumbling two words, "Put it on."

Aria keenly detected emotions in those two words, although she couldn’t quite grasp which emotion it was.

Holding Wyatt’s jacket, Aria hurriedly caught up, "Hey, what’s with you always being so strange, wait for me, will you take off or what?"

Aria was annoyed, unsure of why he was suddenly emotional.

He walked fast, and Aria, hurrying in her high heels, couldn’t help but speed up until suddenly, "Ah!"

She twisted her ankle and had to quickly stabilize herself using a nearby wall.

Hearing the woman’s cry, Wyatt couldn’t help but stop and turn back to see Aria leaning against the wall, her expression pained.

His gaze wavered and he quickly strode back, placing his hand on her arm to ask, "What happened?"

"You take off too fast, can’t you consider that I’m wearing high heels?" Aria glared at him.

Wyatt pursed his lips, picked up the jacket he had just thrown at her, draped it over her shoulders, then bent down and scooped her into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Aria exclaimed.

"We’re leaving."

Alexander stood watching this scene unfold, his gaze fixed on Aria, tinged with an indescribable emotion.

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