That night, Rhys went to a clinic to get his dislocated wrist fixed. On his way home, the more he thought about what had happened, the more humiliated he felt.

"Damn it!" He spat on the ground. If he hadn't been living such a good life for a long time, he wouldn't have lost to that bitch tonight!

"How humiliating!" Rhys swore while entering his house.

When he saw Mark sitting in his living room, he jumped. "M-Mark! You've returned. I was wondering why I didn't see your car at the restaurant."

Rhys smiled ingratiatingly and headed over to Mark. "Tonight was a mistake. I never thought that bitch, Yvonne, would be so cruel. Don't worry. Give me another chance. I'll deal with her!"

Mark looked up expressionlessly. Rhys' legs turned to jelly.

Mark looked away and said coldly, "Don't embarrass yourself."

"I …" Rhys was at a loss for words. He lowered his head.

He had just witnessed Yvonne's ferocity. He had no qualms bitching about her privately, but he would never dare to face her