"Yes." The man dressed in black paused for a moment when he heard the delight in her voice, then glanced at her and nodded. "Are you hurt?"
"No." Gwen shook her head. "How about you?"
She scrutinized his right arm, which was wrapped with gauze, and furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay." The man turned to glance at Winson, whose wrist he was holding. "How did you claim that you know her?"
At this point, Winson was in so much pain that his entire face had turned pale, and he could not utter a single word apart from vague whimpers of pain.
"He claimed to be this lady's boyfriend," one of the passersby piped up. "We thought he was harassing her, but he claimed to be her boyfriend…and this lady also referred to him by his name, so we assumed that they knew each other."
The other passersby agreed. "Yes, we thought something fishy was going on, and we were wondering whether he was telling the truth… After all, you never know what goes on in other people's lives."
"Yes, I thought this man looked a little aggressive, but I never once imagined he'd be lying!"
"Thank God you're here. Otherwise, who knows what could've happened…"
A split second later, one of the passersby finally asked, "Miss, do you actually know this man who claims to be your boyfriend?"
"We used to be classmates." Gwen sneered as she cast Winson a cold look. "But from now on, we're nothing more than strangers."
People like him did not deserve to remain in contact with her, much less be a friend of hers!
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