Chapter 110

Lydia was sitting slightly sideways from Bellamy, with a man about her age facing her. He was dressed in designer clothes and radiated wealth, but his overall vibe? Just plain sleazy. No matter how expensive his suit was, it couldn't hide the arrogance and slimeball energy coming off him. His eyes practically glued themselves to Lydia, running over her without any shame. And the meaning behind that look? Grossly obvious. And just when it couldn't get worse, he leaned over, slid into the seat beside her, grabbed her hand, and rested the other on her thigh, his fingers audaciously creeping along her leg. Lydia tried to shove him off, but he wouldn't budge. As he got bolder and bolder, she finally snapped and threw a drink straight into his face. That ticked him off. He wiped his face without much care and then angrily yanked her wrist, trying to drag her away. Honestly, Bellamy wasn't the type to go out of her way for strangers. She wasn't trying to play savior. But watching a man force