Ch. His Infidelity 27 His Infidelity 27

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Dyson extended his hand to me as he spoke, his voice soft, full of gentle reassurance. Almost involuntarily, I found myself reaching out as well, ready to place my hand in his. 

But just as our fingers were about to touch, a figure suddenly appeared beside us-and without warning, a fist came crashing down toward Dyson’s face! 

Dyson staggered back in shock. The blow landed squarely on his cheek, and pain instantly twisted his expression. 

Despite the impact, he didn’t hesitate. He immediately stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body. 

He glared fiercely at the man in front of him and barked, “Who the hell are you? What do you think you’re doing?” 

The man didn’t utter a single word. He simply stared at Dyson, eyes dark and unmoving, like a wild animal stalking its prey. 

Dyson’s face hardened with fury. His tone grew sharper. “Leave now! Or we’ll call the cops!” 

His gaze narrowed, sharp and dangerous. It was obvious-he thought the man in front of him was just some deranged thug from somewhere. 

The restaurant fell into a hushed silence. All eyes were fixed on the sudden commotion, but nc one dared to intervene. 

I peeked out from behind Dyson’s shoulder. I… I froze. 

The man standing there… was Reed. 

He looked utterly worn down. In just a month, he’d lost so much weight that his cheeks had sunk in, making his once-proud features look haggard and hollow. His complexion was ashen, his appearance ragged, like he hadn’t rested in days. 

Perhaps it was the collapse of RH Limited. Or maybe he simply hadn’t cared to maintain appearances anymore. 

Even the tailored suit he wore no longer fit properly. It hung awkwardly on his thinning frame, as if it belonged to another man entirely. 

He had become a shadow of the Reed Dyson once met. No wonder he hadn’t recognized him. Reed’s eyes locked onto mine. He stared at me as if I were the only thing in his world. Within seconds, his eyes reddened. 

I frowned, my heart conflicted. He didn’t say a word, and I couldn’t take it any longer. 

“Reed,” I demanded, my voice cold and steady, “what are you doing here?” 

Dyson’s face immediately darkened. 

In the next breath, he pushed me gently behind him and charged at Reed with a roar. 

Reed, in his current state, was no match. Dyson’s fist landed squarely on his jaw, sending him reeling. 

Then came another punch. And another. Dyson hit him relentlessly, rage pouring out with every 

blow. 

“You still have the nerve to show your face in front of Willow?” he yelled. “You goddamn bastard!” 

Blood trickled from Reed’s lips. Then he coughed-deep and guttural-until a splash of red spilled down his chin.