His Destructive, Toxic Love

The women trailing behind the plump lady hurled accusations at Eliza. "You look like a flirt who always chases after handsome men. Just hand him over so we don't have to embarrass ourselves, tearing this place apart." "There are plenty of men out there. Why go after ours? Gina's not someone you can just push around. With your tiny frame, you wouldn't stand a chance."

"Yeah, just hand him over, and we'll leave. It's pouring outside, and we've already spent a fortune on cab fares. You should cover that."

Eliza's face darkened. She wasn't one to start trouble, but she wasn't afraid of it either.

She spun around, went back inside, grabbed a mop, and came out to face the women. "Listen up. The man you're looking for isn't here. If you dare break into my place, I'll fight back. Don't believe me? Try me." "You little tramp! Would you dare get physical with me? You must have a death wish."

The plump woman stepped forward, ready to teach Eliza a lesson.

Eliza raised the mop towards her. "Take one more step, and I won't be so nice."

"I'm not afraid of you... Ahh! Ouch!"

Gina couldn't dodge in time and tumbled down the stairs with a series of thuds.

The other women were terrified, rushing to help Gina up and clumsily followed her downstairs.

Eliza snorted, "Better head home and don't come back, or I'll really call the cops."

After locking her door, Eliza bolted it from the inside.

The commotion downstairs gradually died down.

Once it was completely quiet, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She opened the door. The corridor was silent.

With the rain pouring down, she wondered about that fool....

It was strange; why was she worried about that idiot?

"Bang."

A noise came from the corner of the hallway, making Eliza's heart skip a beat.

""Who's there?"

She turned on her phone's flashlight and walked downstairs. She found someone around the corner.

"Sam?"

No response.

"Are you Sam?" Her flashlight clearly

= = = if the man in front of here

was looking for you. Why

t you say anything?"

He slowly lifted his face, buried in his knees.

In the dark hallway, his bright eyes were particularly unsettling.

Eliza was a bit afraid of this man.

He wasn't acting normal, and she couldn't handle him if he had an episode.

But she felt pity watching him like this.

"Come upstairs with me, and I'll treat your wounds. You should hurry home so your family doesn't worry."

Eliza wasn't sure if he would follow.

She just walked ahead, thinking she'd leave him be if he really ignored her.

Unexpectedly, the man actually followed her upstairs.

He stood in the living room.

Mud covered his face and clothes, making him look like a mud monkey.

Brock

room. He saw the strat

od his eyes and walked

out of and

, a bit scared, "Mom, who

is this man?"

"His name is Sam. Go back to sleep and make sure to lock your room," she instructed.

Brock took a serious look at Sam's face before obediently going back to his room.

Mark was so dirty, and Eliza realized she couldn't treat his wounds like this. She suggested he take a shower first.

"Do you want to take a shower?"

Sam nodded dumbly, as if he understood her.

Eliza pointed toward the bathroom.

overalls. They're large; you caft

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change into them." Cog