Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

The woman approached me with angry steps, her face showing fierceness in the corners of her eyes that arched high. She stood right in front of me, no longer caring about the pairs of eyes now watching us from the tables in this room.

They all stopped working. There was no phone ringing, no sound of keyboards clicking, and no one talking. The room suddenly fell into a tense silence as Rebecca stood right in front of me.

“I am the boss here, and I am a junior partner in this firm. You can’t talk to me like that,” she said slowly, emphasizing each word.

She yelled sharply, her breath uneven. It seemed like her anger had reached its boiling point.

Not wanting to back down, I finally stood my ground in front of her. I clenched my fists by my sides, leaning forward and glaring back at her fiercely.

“I can do whatever I want, and I am not your employee,” I said, raising my voice and emphasizing each word.

“You bitch!”

The next moment, she picked up the hot coffee from my desk. Before I could dodge, she spilled it on me. I instinctively screamed in a loud shrill.

The coffee felt like it was burning my shoulders, chest, and legs. My clothes were instantly wet and stained dark brown. Still in shock, I could only stand there frozen, waiting for the seconds to pass like a year.

“OMG!” I held my breath and could only utter those three letters.

“Your coffee is finished; now get out of here, loser!” she said angrily.

“You’re ruining my clothes.” I gasped for breath.

I was still standing there motionless, watching how my mustard yellow jacket, brown turtleneck, and jeans were now dirty and damp. Not to mention my shoes, which also got splattered with coffee. The coffee now seeped into my clothes and filled my shoes.

“Besides, your clothes are just trash. Do you claim to be the main model in those clothes? It’s ridiculous!” Rebecca continued to mock me loudly.

Oh, hell no! It’s time for war!

Without another thought, I immediately grabbed Rebecca’s thick brunette hair. She screamed loudly, and everyone quickly gathered around us.

“Let go, you bitch!”

Rebecca retaliated by hitting my hands with all her might. In pain, I released her hair, but my hands nearly scratched her neck. She then became more aggressive, hitting my stomach.

“You’re the bitch!”

“Loser!”

I pushed on her chest, and she screamed in pain. Then she tried to claw and hit my cheeks, but I dove and pushed her down until she fell to the ground. I straddled her and held my ground with all my might.

Things were out of control and chaotic. I no longer knew who was hitting who. All I knew was that my survival instinct urged me to defend myself from this primitive attack.

I felt my hair being yanked so painfully, but it didn’t stop me from trying to slap Rebecca’s fierce face. My hands grabbed her hair again, but she bit my hand. I screamed loudly in pain, like a wounded wolf.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Due to the pain, Rebecca decided to lunge at my body and hold me down. I punched her abdomen several times while she tried to strangle my neck. With all my might, I then pinched Rebecca’s thigh until she yelled in pain and fell backwards while clutching her thigh.

Several men tried to pull Rebecca away from me. Three men then restrained Rebecca, and someone also held onto my body before I could lunge at Rebecca again.

“Fenella! Stop!”

“No! Let go! I have to teach this cunt a fucking lesson!” I continued to struggle to free myself from his grip.

“Stop!”

“Come here if you dare!” Rebecca shouted at me.

“I will kill you!” I yelled louder until my throat felt sore.

“Fenella! Stop!”

The man’s voice grew louder. He held on to me tighter, his hands encircling my waist. Although Rebecca and I continued shouting from a distance, we were finally separated by the distance and the strength of the men holding us. I even felt like I was floating as the man holding me seemed to carry me away.

“Fenella! Stop! Calm down,” the man grumbled in a low voice that I recognized in my ear, and finally I fell silent.

My hair was messy and disheveled, no longer neatly arranged as usual. My breathing was heavy, and my heart was beating rapidly. My eyes were still glaring at that vile woman. Ready to fight at any moment!

Slowly, the man embraced me tightly, and he whispered in my ear again. “Calm down, Fenella, please. It’s me, Laird Evans.”

Hearing Laird’s voice in my ear, I immediately tried to calm myself. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Although my breath still came heavy and I panted through my open mouth, I finally returned Laird’s embrace.

I hugged his body tightly and buried my face in his warm, sturdy chest. It felt as if my body was syncing my heartbeat with Laird’s slowly calming heartbeat.

“Laird,” I whispered softly.

“Yes, Fenella. Calm down,” he said, still hugging me tightly while stroking my head.

“Rebecca is-” I started to speak, but my voice choked.

“Ssh, ignore her. Come on, let’s just go to the car,” he said slowly, still with a heavy voice.

Slowly, he guided my steps to move away from the woman, who was still screaming hysterically. Laird’s body, now blocking my view, led me towards the main entrance of the office, all the way to the elevator.

I passed by the same nameplate as when I arrived earlier. After entering the empty elevator with Laird, I immediately saw my reflection in the elevator mirror.

Was that really me?! God! I’m horrible!

“Ugh, I messed up, huh?” I asked with both of my hands covering my face.

“First, calm yourself,” Laird said, embracing my shoulders as he let out a long breath.

“I-” my voice caught in my throat once again, but there was nothing more to be said as the elevator doors finally opened and we reached the ground floor.