Chapter 13 Who Messed With You? Chapter 13 Who Messed With You? Violet never expected Luna to show up in person. She led Luna to a coffee shop, her patience already thin. "Luna, you sure you didn't get the wrong address?" "No, Violet, I came to see you!" Luna said urgently. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. It's just... you didn't go to the hospital yesterday, and I don't know what Dad said to Gavin, but he seemed really upset." Violet eyed Luna coolly, taking in her wide, innocent eyes shimmering with unshed tears, cautiously watching her. Those soft eyes could spark a protective instinct in any guy. Violet raised a brow. "And?" Luna bit her lip, summoning courage. "Violet, if you're mad at Gavin because of me, I can apologize. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it-just please forgive him!" Violet lazily picked up her coffee, blew on it, and took a sip. "And if I don't want to forgive him? If I don't, shouldn't you be thrilled?" Luna's eyes welled up. "No way! Violet, you're so wrong about me. In this family, I want you to marry Gavin more than anyone. You've got me all wrong." Violet set her coffee cup down with a thud. "Alright, save your energy. Take your sweet-talking act to Gavin-he'll eat it up. Me? I just find it annoying." As Violet stood to leave, a figure rushed from behind, grabbed the coffee cup, and splashed it at her. "Violet, who do you think you're talking to? You think you can bully people like that?" Cora stormed, jumping to her best friend's defense. The scalding coffee hit Violet's chest, making her gasp in pain. Her blouse was soaked, and the skin on her neck, now speckled with coffee, quickly turned red. A barista hurried over. "Ma'am, you okay?" Luna's lips flickered with a quick smile before it vanished, replaced by a look of deep concern. "Violet, are you alright? Cora, how could you splash coffee on her?" Cora bristled. "She deserved it for talking to you like that! Luna, you're too nice. Didn't you hear her? She was totally throwing shade at you!" Even Violers good manners couldn't hold up against these two drama queens-she was fuming. She turned to the barista politely. "Could you grab me some napkins and a cup of hot water, please?" Cora, provoked by Violet's calm, kept pushing. "Violet, just you wait! I'm telling Gavin every word you said today." "Hmph, he's gonna deal with you!" Luna played her part, tugging at Cora's arm. "Cora, don't. Violet's got every right to be upset." Violet watched their little performance, smirking inwardly. The barista returned with napkins and water. "Planning to tattle, huh?" Violet grabbed the cup and splashed it at both of them. "Here's your evidence-go cry to him together!" 14:47 Loft Me Han 10.00% Chapter 13 Who Messed With You? She eyed their exposed collarbones, now reddening, and nodded with satisfaction before grabbing her bag and walking out. "Ah!" Cora shrieked in pain. "Violet, you splashed us? Are you insane?" But Violet was already gone, leaving her screams unanswered. Cora got the worst of it-two thirds of the water hit her, while Luna only caught a small splash. Luna's eyes glinted. "Wow, Cora, your sister's something else." "Something else? She's a lunatic!" Cora trembled with rage, but the burning pain on her collarbone made her panic. "Luna, this won't scar, will it?" Luna soothed her gently. "No way, Cora. I'll go with you to the hospital." That evidence sure came in handy. Violet stepped out of the coffee shop, trying to hail a cab, but the blazing sun left her waiting with no luck. Her clothes were stained, her skirt splattered with coffee, and even her bag was a mess. She fumbled for her phone to call an Uber, her neck stinging worse under the sunlight. Beep beep. A sharp honk made Violet look up. A black Maybach's window rolled down, and Wayne's deep eyes narrowed at her disheveled state. "Who messed with you?" Violet hadn't expected to run into Gavin's uncle here. "Mr. Braxton, I..." "Get in." Wayne's voice was icy. "I'm taking you to the hospital." "I don't need a hospital. Some burn cream from the pharmacy will do." "Get in." His tone left no room for argument. Violet pressed her lips together, exasperated but helpless. "Alright, thanks for the trouble, Mr. Braxton." Luna and Cora emerged from the coffee shop, catching sight of the familiar license plate: NYSSSSS. It was Wayne's car. "Luna, what're you staring at? Call your driver to take us to the hospital!" Lana looked away, brushing it off as a coincidence. "Alright, I'm calling now." Wayne sat in the back, staring at her reddened neck, his brows knitting together. "Does it hurt?" Violet had been fine, but his gaze made the sting flare up. "It's okay, just a little." "Just get some burn cream, slap it on for a couple days, and I'll be good." She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but after she said that, Wayne's face seemed to darken. 14:47 Left Me Hanging at the City Hall? I Married Your Uncle 10.3% Chapter 13 Who Messed With You? "That's how you always handle yourself? Just brushing it off?" Violet opened her mouth, mumbling, "I'm not brushing it off." A little burn was nothing. Back when she was learning to cook, she got splashed with hot oil all the time. She'd always handled it herself. Violet figured Cora probably got burned worse. "Your body's yours. If you don't care about it, who will?" His words hit a sore spot, and Violet's chest tightened. She pursed her lips. "Mr. Braxton, could you ask your driver to pull over? I'll grab a cab to the pharmacy." Her voice carried a hint of hurt. She wasn't careless about herself-she just wasn't used to people caring about her. The only person who truly did, her grandma, was getting frailer by the day. What else could she do? Wayne realized his tone had been too harsh, too eager. "Don't be stubborn, Violet. Be good-we're almost at the hospital, and it'll stop hurting soon." Violet felt an awkward pat on her head. Suddenly, her heart ached even more. Wayne stared at her head for a moment. "Lift your head, let me see. Any blisters? I was too rough earlier-I'm sorry. You've got a big red patch. If there's blistering, you have to go to the hospital!" No response came, only soft, hiccupping sobs, like a kitten's whimpers. She was crying? Wayne's heart clenched hard. "Don't cry, Violet. I messed up-I shouldn't have snapped at you." He gently lifted her face, seeing her tear-streaked cheeks, his heart tightening further. Damn, he'd screwed up. Once the tears started, Violet couldn't stop them. Like a wounded kitten, she sobbed, shoulders trembling. Wayne pulled a dean handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiping her tears, his voice soft. "No more crying, alright? Want to splash me so you can yell at me too?" (1) (0)