With the pain pressed against her palms, Delilah gave him a cold reprimand as Fredrick reached for her wrist.
Despite having promised six strokes earlier, Mr. Zhou's expression remained dissatisfied even after the twelfth stroke.
Delilah who had her eyes closed, opened them slowly, her eyes were misted and her face was so flushed that the students gasped, they couldn't help feeling sympathy for her.
When Anna, who had been keeping quiet, abruptly stood up, Delilah just gave her a meek smile and shook her head, telling her to keep quiet.
Fredrick had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and his expression was exaggeratedly horrifying.
Delilah's eyelids trembled and tears slowly trickle down her flushed cheeks. " I… am… s-sorry… sir…", she bowed, and her voice cracked.
Mr. Zhou's eyes softened a little, but as he considered what had transpired, his face reddened once more with rage. Heading back toward the podium, he yelled, "You two, to my office!"
"But sir, you mentioned…" Delilah jumped in terror.
Mr. Zhou cruelly interrupted, saying, "I said To. My. Office!"
Fredrick grabbed her wrist and dragged Delilah from the classroom, his expression was so dark, ink could almost trickle out of it.
With all eyes on them as he dragged her down the hallway, Delilah felt a dark aura emanate from him and her brows furrowed.
" What is wrong with him? It clearly was his fault, why be so grumpy? She was the one who got flogged, not him!" Delilah screamed in her mind.
She tried to break free of his hold on her wrist, but the harder she tried, the tighter his grip became.
Her voice sounded cold and frail as she said, "Leave me of my wrist, classmate Fredrick." Fredrick stopped and turned to face her. Despite his depressing expression, he could not help but feel bad when he saw her face.
He released her wrist and stepped away from her, saying in a charming but contrite voice, "I am sorry.
Without saying anything, Delilah crossed her arms over her chest and proceeded to Mr. Zhou's office.
In Mr. Zhou's office…
Staring at Delilah with his back to the wall, one leg propped up against the wall, and his arms folded across his chest, Fredrick's deep eyes were filled with an emotion beyond comprehension.
Delilah crouched down and hugged her legs, leaning her back against the wall across Fredrick. Her head was buried between her legs, and occasionally, she let out a soft sniff.
Delilah has been crying for more than five minutes, and he finds it incredibly painful and heartbreaking to watch.
Fredrick exhaled deeply," Delilah…", he walked cautiously and squatted before her.
Delilah lifted her head, and Fredrick felt as though a billion arrows were piercing his heart with her cold, apathetic eyes, pursed lips, and teary expression.
Her voice was so frigid that it made one wants to run a thousand miles away from her. "You… Just stay away from me."
" I am sorry, I…."
"Will you please just keep your distance from me? Amy is here to support you," Delilah interrupted him. As she spoke, her icy, hostile gaze met his.
" What are you talking about?" Fredrick's brows tightened.
"You are aware that Amy has feelings for you, and I find it extremely annoying that there are persistent rumours about us dating," Delilah said, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the wall.