The Heiress Revived from the Ashes
Chapter 183 Misread and Misled
Josh got up swiftly, striding towards the door, intent on chasing after Mia.
Finished
But just as he was about to step out, the young man blocked his path with an outstretched arm. “She’s faking it. Women like her aren’t worth your sympathy.”
Behind his gold–rimmed glasses, Josh’s gaze turned cold. He was not a man known for his patience. “Since when do I need your opinion on my affairs?”
The couple was visibly shaken by his imposing presence. Their faces alternated between shades of pale and crimson, yet neither dared to utter another word.
Without sparing them another glance, Josh strode out of the café.
Mia had already crossed the street, heading towards the university gates.
Panicked, Josh raised his voice. “Mia!” He remembered the couple calling her that.
Hearing her name, Mia froze mid–step, her back still turned towards him. At that moment, all traces of vulnerability vanished from her face, replaced by simmering rage. Her eyes burned with fury, as if she wished to obliterate those who had ruined her carefully orchestrated act.
However, in the brief second it took for her to turn around, she swiftly adjusted her expression. But before she could speak, the scene before her left her utterly dumbfounded.
A flamboyantly dressed man had latched onto Josh like a koala, burying his face into the latter’s chest while sobbing pitifully. His cries echoed through the streets.
Josh was instinctively tense at the unexpected embrace; his first reaction was almost to throw the man over his shoulder in self–defense.
“You jerks! Why did no one come looking for me? Do you have any idea how terrifying it was to be locked in a hotel bathroom for an entire day and night? You bastards, I hate you all!” The man sobbed as he pounded weakly against Josh’s chest, looking very much like a grieving wife complaining to her husband.
Glancing down, Josh recognized him immediately. It was Andy. If he had not seen Andy now, he might have completely forgotten about him.
But the sight before him was nothing short of tragic.
Andy’s once meticulously styled hair was now a tangled mess, resembling a bird’s nest. His face bore several deep scratches, dried blood crusting at the edges. His designer clothes were in tatters, barely holding together.
For as long as he had known Andy, the man had always been the picture of vanity. He was a fashion–forward stylist who valued cleanliness and appearance above all else. He would rather die than be seen looking anything less than perfect.
But right now, Andy reeked. The stench of a poorly ventilated bathroom clung to him, so pungent that Josh nearly gagged.
Yet, seeing Andy’s disheveled state, he suppressed his reaction, patting the man’s back in consolation. “What happened to you?”
Andreahhed harder “How dare you ask me that! It’s all your fault! Vou mine
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Chapter 183 Misread and Misled
Tears and snot smeared across his face, painting a pitiful picture.
#Finished
Meanwhile, across the street, Mia watched the two men. One was sobbing hysterically, the other was soothing him with a gentle pat on the back.
A scene so absurdly intimate that it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck her.
What. The. Hell. So he was gay?! No wonder his abs were rock–hard. He must have trained them with that delicate- looking man in bed!
Instantly, all desire Mia had for Josh vanished into thin air.
It all made sense now. He was not compensating her out of guilt for taking advantage of her. He was compensating her because he was repulsed by the mere thought of a woman touching him.
Damn it. What a colossal waste of my time.
Cursing under her breath, Mia spun on her heel and stomped into the campus, never wanting to spare Josh another glance.
The following week passed uneventfully, life returning to its usual rhythm.
But Mia had not been idle.
On a moonless night, in the dimly lit woods behind the campus, an eerie silence pervaded the air.
Mia hid in the shadows, dressed in full disguise. Her sharp eyes gleamed ominously. She had been waiting for a suitable moment.
When the couple from the café strolled into the secluded woods, laughing flirtatiously, clearly intending on some intimate rendezvous, her lips curled into a wicked smirk.
Silently, she moved in. Then, with a single swift kick, she struck the young man square in the groin.
A bloodcurdling scream tore through the night as he crumpled to the ground, clutching his injury and writhing in agony.
His precious jewels? Destroyed.
The girl, terrified beyond words, opened her mouth to scream. But before she could make a sound, Mia lunged forward, raising the brick in her hand and bringing it crashing down onto the girl’s face, again and again, with merciless precision.
