Bennet Reed couldn't bear to watch any longer, gritting his teeth, if they liked fighting so much, just let the two of them fight it out.
He didn't care anymore.
Couldn't manage even if he wanted to!
Watching the punches fly back and forth, neither gaining the upper hand, brought nothing but anxiety.
"Let them fight, we'll go in and eat." Bennet Reed gave the order, heading inside first.
Valentine Teller didn't move, standing nearby, wanting to step in and separate the two.
Just as her foot moved two steps forward, Mark Reed shouted at her: "Don't come over."
With that moment of distraction, he took a heavy punch to the face.
The punch felt almost like it landed on Valentine Teller's face, she felt the pain too, not daring to act rashly, nor to distract Mark Reed further.
"Come on, let's go inside."
Janice Clark looked at Valentine Teller with eyes as gentle as moonlight, pulling her hand, guiding her inside.
