Riches in Disguise

Fortunately, Lynn's wound wasn't that serious. After applying some medication and ointment, she took some anti-inflammatory pills. Then, the doctor asked us to leave.

On the way back to her place, I couldn't help but sigh. "I'm a man. How could I get you to protect me? You're being way too reckless."

"What makes you think you're a man? You're much younger than me. So, you're just a boy," Lynn said.

I was speechless. "Where do you see a twenty-year-old 'boy'? You must have a strange idea of what a boy is."

Lynn burst out laughing. "It looks like we've got a boy here trying to act like a man! Whatever you say, you're still just a boy. Anyway, thanks. I would've been completely hopeless tonight if it weren't for you."

"It's nothing. But why does Maximus keep bothering you?" I asked.

Lynn sighed. "Lately, he's been coming around to drink. I happened to have caught his eye. He started asking me to drink with him, but I kept refusing. That's why he's been showing up every day and bothering me.

"Tonight, he drank a lot and gave me some credit for my performance. Even though I didn't ask him to, he used it as an excuse to pressure me into pleasing him."

I guess that this was one of the disadvantages of being beautiful. When there was no one around to protect them, they would just end up getting harassed by these kinds of thugs and rich men.

If they were lucky enough to meet someone like me, they might get some help. But if they were not, they would end up getting assaulted. Even if they tried to seek justice, they would just be blamed for being flirtatious.

What a challenging problem to solve!noveldrama

I got out of the taxi with her when we reached her neighborhood.

After all, her residential area didn't have any streetlights. With all that darkness, I was worried someone might try something on her. So, I walked her to her door.

"Please have a good rest at home. I'll give you the day off tomorrow, so you don't have to go to the bar," I said.

Lynn smiled. "It's okay. My wound isn't that serious, and the bar is really busy. So, I have to go."

"Alright. I'll just come by and help you tomorrow," I replied.

With that, I waved goodbye and headed downstairs. Just then, Lynn called out from behind, "Hey! It's pretty late. Would they let you back into the dorm?"

"It's fine. I just have to put up with the dorm manager's nagging," I replied.

Lynn suggested, "Why don't you just stay at my place tonight?"

Her words caught me off guard. After all, it didn't feel quite right.

Despite her embarrassment, she added, "Don't worry. I don't live alone. My daughter's here too."

It shocked me again. Lynn looked barely in her early 20s, so I didn't expect her to have a daughter.

If I had to return to the dorm now, I

would need to call the dorm

manager and wait for a long time before being let in. Plus, I would

definitely get an earful. So, I decided

to stay at Lynn's place instead.

As soon as I walked into her place, I was surprised by the interior's style. It was so

simple that it felt like it belonged to a man.

Lynn said, "You can rest in the living room for now. I have a guest room, but I need to quickly tidy it up."

With that, she went into a room. It took her a while before she rushed into another room.

If I had known this would be such a hassle for her, I would have rather stayed at a hotel for peace of mind.

But since I was already here,

figured that I might as well stay at

her place.

I wasn't offered a glass of water, so sitting on the couch got really boring. I grabbed a few tissues and started wiping down the pocket knife that Quintus had given me.

I had always kept this pocket knife with me, but it was never really needed.

That day was the first time I used it, and I even ended up hurting someone. This pocket knife was pretty amazing.

Once I finished cleaning it, I returned it to its case. Then, I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram. The first post in my feed was from Lina.

She had posted several photos, but they were all similar selfies. Beneath her cute pictures, the caption read, "When he loved me, I didn't love him. When I loved him, he didn't love me. That's what missing out feels like."