Chapter 88

Had Zayn already had his way with them? Let's just say, those weren't words one would hear from any decent hamam. There was no way Julie was going to let Zachary get dragged into this. She stepped forward and pulled Zayn away.

“That’s enough, Zayn Peston!” she bellowed.

It was as if Zayn did not hear her, as he punched Zachary a few more times. Zachary, who had been fighting back, suddenly stopped. He allowed himself to be beaten, and soon his face was covered in bruises. He was even bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Julie stopped caring about the consequences and raised her hand to slap Zayn across the face. As Zayn recoiled in shock, she shoved him away from Zachary. Zayn stumbled, his back hitting the corner of a table. He grimaced in pain.

“Julie!” he yelled in a low voice, looking disbelievingly at her. “You hit me because of him.”

Julie took a deep breath before eyeing him coldly.

“You instigated it,” she said indifferently.

She then ignored him and helped Zachary up.

“Are you alright?” she asked with concern.

Zachary shook his head slightly. He tried to speak but ended up aggravating the wound at the corner of his mouth. He subconsciously sucked in a pained breath. Seeing this, Julie fretted, “Are you okay? How about I send you to the hospital?”

Zayn, who had been completely ignored, instantly exploded with rage.

“Are you fucking blind, Julie?” he roared, heedless of the consequences. “He’s faking it!”

Julie didn’t seem to hear him. She simply supported Zachary as they made their way outside.

Seeing this, Zayn panicked. He stumbled toward them, ignoring his own wounded back, and stood in Julie’s way.

He looked aggrieved as he stated, “I’m also injured.”

In the past, Julie’s biggest fear was him getting injured. She would cry over even the smallest wounds.

Recalling this, Zayn stared fixedly at her face. He wanted to see her feel sorry for him.

However, his expectations were crushed.

Julie simply glanced impassively at him before looking away. She handed her bag to Amaya so she could drive Zachary to the hospital.

A hint of panic flashed across Zayn’s face as he watched her. He reached out and caught her wrist, repeating what he had said earlier.

“I’m injured. My face is bleeding.”

Julie retracted her hand. “Can you stop being so childish, Zayn?”

As she spoke, she stepped past him and headed toward the VIP room entrance. But as she reached the entrance, Zayn stood in the doorframe, unwilling to let it go.

“Why don’t you care about me anymore, Julie?” he asked stubbornly.

He looked directly at her, looking aggrieved.

Julie sighed in exasperation. Zayn’s personality was as volatile as ever. He was willful and only cared about his own convenience, completely unconcerned about others’ well-being.

Julie mustered her patience and asked, “And why should I care about you? Weren’t you the one who ended our relationship?”

Zayn’s expression crumbled, his aggrieved expression turning ugly.

He chuckled quietly, then sneered. “Haven’t you just been treating me as a substitute for the past three years, Julie? Isn’t my breaking up with you exactly what you want?” He looked at Zachary and added mockingly, “Do you think she’s going to fall for you? You’re still as stupid as ever.”