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    Instead of avoiding him, she walked straight toward him.


    Brian, as direct as ever, wasted no time getting to the point. “I don’t regret hitting him,” he said tly. “He let you down. If anything, I went easy on him. I didn’t think he’d be so fragile—just a few hits, and his nose was already broken.”


    Rachel’s anger red. “Oh, so I’m supposed to thank you for not hitting him harder?”


    Seeing Rachel’s frustration, Brian quickly backed down. “Alright, alright, it’s my fault. If it bothers you that much, I won’t hit him next time.”


    But instead of calming her down, his choice of words only made her angrier. She crossed her arms and red at him. “What do you mean by ‘if it bothers me’? That’s not the point! Resorting to violence is wrong, no matter what.”


    Brian muttered under his breath, frustration creeping into his voice. “But Trey hit me too. Why don’t you say anything to him? You’re obviously taking his side.”


    Rachel was so exasperated she didn’t even know how to respond.


    “Forget it,” she huffed. “I have nothing to say to you.”


    She shook off his hand and strode ahead, not bothering to look back.


    Brian panicked and hurried to catch up, trying to exin himself.


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    “Rachel, please don’t be mad. I didn’t mean it that way.”


    “Stop following me,” she snapped without slowing down.


    But Brian wasn’t about to give up. He quickly ran in front of her, blocking her path with his arm. “I know I was wrong,” he said earnestly. “I swear, even if Trey beats me to a pulp, I won’t fight back. Whatever it takes—just don’t be mad at me. And don’t leave.” His voice had never sounded so humble.


    Rachel let out a small sound from her nose—half a scoff, half a huff—but didn’t say another word.


    Brian had no idea if that meant she had forgiven him or if she was still upset, so he didn’t dare say anything more. Instead, he just followed her in silence, keeping a careful distance.


    When they reached the intersection, Rachel raised her hand and hailed a taxi.


    Brian instinctively stepped forward but hesitated at thest second, deciding against stopping her.


    Instead, he quickly gged down another taxi.


    The driver rolled down the window and shook his head. “Sorry, this one’s taken.”


    Brian nced inside and saw a young couple sitting in the backseat. But he didn’t care about that right now. Desperate, he leaned in and addressed them directly.


    “Excuse me, where are you heading? Could you possibly take another taxi? I really need this one. I’ll pay you a thousand dors for the fare.”


    The couple exchanged skeptical nces, clearly wary.


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