Matilda Jenkins shuddered, said nothing, picked up her things, and ran off!
Not caring what she stepped on, she sprinted away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Nathaniel York's face was flushed, and his pale complexion looked unusually radiant. His lips were as red as if they were covered with a layer of blood, exuding an indescribable seductive beauty – just as Matilda had said, more beautiful than a woman.
Nathaniel York's eyes were dark and indifferent, filled with anger. He clenched his teeth, enduring the pain as he leaned on the wall to stand up.
Someone came from behind and was surprised at Nathaniel's disheveled appearance. "Hey, what happened? Weren't you going home? Why are you out here? You didn't drink much, did you?"
"Got bumped into? There's even a footprint on your pants, did someone step on you?"
"It doesn't matter, as long as you can still stand with your three legs, everything else is meaningless."
