Damian held the pervert's hand and from the looks of it, he was very madly annoyed as he glared down at him.
"Didn't you hear the lady?" He tightened his grip. "She said to stop."
"What is it to you? If you eye her as well, you can wait till I'm done." The pervert said nonchalantly, obviously not knowing who he was speaking to.
"The nerve." Damian said. "Why don't I put you in your place?" He said and clenched his fist, releasing his fury out on the pervert.
In a single blow, the pervert flew from his position and dropped to the ground, unable to sober from the punch.
Damian looked at Ivy who was still shivering in fear. The tears in her eyes were already rolling down her cheeks.
He scanned her half naked body and clenched his fists. That maniac dared to do that to her. How dare he? Maybe he should just kill him?
But he couldn't just think about himself here? He needed to think of Ivy.
