I knew I was angry and I wasn't angry at Julian, I was angry at myself.
I was angry for not being able to do anything while that lady tried to gain my boyfriend's attention.
I felt like hitting her hard. I felt like beating her so badly - I would've if I was Charlotte Flair Or Ronda Rousey but since I wasn't any one of them and I knew I didn't have the strength to beat up that lady, all I could do was to curse inwardly and hate myself more and now that I thought of it, maybe what I was feeling could be called jealousy.
Suddenly, I felt someone's hands on my waist and when I turned I realized that it was Julian.
Seeing him, I bit my lower lips hard. I couldn't believe I had forgotten about him because of that frustrating lady.
