My Supermodel Wife

Chapter 702 - My Best Friend Mike

Leila is forced to look at Mellisa. She is lying on the ground helplessly with her mouth open, her cheeks gripped tightly by Mike, making it very difficult for her to move.

Within such a short distance, she saw countless scornful eyes fall on her, as if she deserved it.

It shouldn't be like this!

The thread of consciousness in Leila's mind broke apart!

She screamed in despair and reached out her hand to break free from Mike's restraint. "Mike, you lied to me! You said that you didn't like Mellisa, you promised that you would love me forever! You can't treat me like this ..." Leila shouted as she continued to struggle.

She was crying, her tears falling from the corners of her eyes like dotted lines. Looking like a broken doll.

Currently, Lilia stood a few steps away from them and watched this scene.

She suddenly understood why Mike had to do this.

Perhaps, in this world, the only thing that can make life worse than death is not the pain of blood and flesh, but the pain of love.

Leila dares to insist that Mike loves her, which is enough to prove how blind she's towards him.

Mike makes her believe everything, and ends up destroying her with his own hands.

The only thing that made all of this possible was Leila's deep love for him.

Lilia sighed silently, she never complained and confused about Mike. Now everything is clear.

Mike was willing to bet on himself to fight for his chance for revenge.

Thinking of this, Lilia accidentally glanced at Mellisa beside her.

From her point of view, her older sister's expression was still very calm. But it seemed that her gaze had missed a little. She found the woman's fists clenched and a drop of blood was dripping from between the gap of her fingers.

Lilia sighed silently, then moved to her side. She pulled her sister's wrist calmly, and patted it to release her fist.

Just how hurtful it was that she had to take it out on her own palm...

The two of them grew together, and if the past remained as it was, perhaps there would be completely different results.

Leila... She really deserves all of this!

Mike loves Mellisa, so having Leila face a sad ending is completely natural for him.

Mellisa's finger was pushed slightly by Lilia, and several crescent-shaped wounds appeared on her palm as blood continued to flow out.

Lilia quietly grabbed a square scarf from the table, wiped it for her, and exclaimed, "Even if you feel uncomfortable, don't let yourself run out of breath."

"Yes..." Mellisa answered softly, but pulled her hand away. She took Lilia's hand and held it tightly.

Right now, the atmosphere in the room is very quiet.

The staff that originally stayed here to serve was long gone.

More bodyguards in black suits were seen standing on watch.

Leila, who was still lying on the floor, was crying hoarsely.

She didn't want to believe everything in front of her. It was as if she had deceived herself. She really wanted to drown in her previous loving days forever.

When she saw Lilia walking up to Mellisa, hatred surged under her eyes.

They said, when someone was angry, they could release an unimaginable amount of strength regardless of their current state.

Leila glared at Mellisa and Lilia, then suddenly reached out her hand to push Mike away.

Startled, Mike was pushed back a few steps by her.

At this time, Leila jumped off the ground and rushed to Mellisa with the hem of her skirt. As she passed the dining table, she took the plate and broke it along the corner of the table, raised her hand and aimed the shards towards Mellisa.

"You bastard! How dare you threaten my husband! I should have killed you from the start!"

Leila is very angry and anxious.

Even if she was scratched by the shard of the plate she was holding in her hand, she still had no doubts.

Her deep love for Mike has burned her urge to take her revenge.

She could no longer take it!

Mellisa had to pay a dear price for it all!

However, even if Leila wanted to harm Mellisa, there was no way that could happen.

When she is only a step away from Mellisa, Mike immediately grabs her shoulder from behind, and pulls her back by force.

In the next instant, he took a step and turned around to protect Mellisa.

Standing so strong, he protected Mellisa behind him though the woman was ready to fight Leila whenever she wanted.

Right now, there was no time to fight with each other, and most importantly, no one could hurt Mellisa anymore.

Mike turned his back to Mellisa, so he didn't see the pain and distress in her eyes.

Mellisa knew Mike liked her.

No matter how low her IQ was, she had been aware of it for a long time.

When Trisa revealed Leila's goals at the detention center, she talked about Mike's feelings about her.

All this time, she pretended she didn't know anything because she didn't want to cause trouble for everyone.

If they continued to be friends, could they return as Mike and Mellisa they used to be?

A relationship mixed with other emotions will eventually change the story line.

She didn't want to lose her best friend Mike, so she'd rather not know what to do.

Until now, Mellisa couldn't pretend to be indifferent.

'Mike... you really are stupid. Why are you protecting me like this?'

'I don't even have extraordinary abilities, don't have anything to boast about. People know me for being so wild ... I'm just an ordinary person.'

Even though she was the daughter of the Irwan family, she was also the least conspicuous.

How could Mike have fallen in love with her?

She was sad that she couldn't give any response…

Mellisa looked at the tall figure protecting her, breathed and slowly closed her eyes.

She could do nothing but secretly say sorry in her heart.

At this moment, after Mike pulled Leila away, he looked at her as if poisoned.

The guards in the banquet hall also walked up at the right time and took the plate fragment in Leila's hand and held it down.

The other elders were unable to respond to this sudden situation because of their age.

At this moment, concerned voices came from behind Mellisa and Lilia.

"Mellisa, are you okay?"

"Lilia, Mellisa, get away from here! Don't let this dark hearted woman hurt you!"

"Mellisa, what happened to your hand?"

Everyone's faces clearly showed concern.

Leila is like a clown, with her hands locked behind her back, her hair messy and her clothes dirty.

It's her wedding, but it looks like her funeral...

The people who used to love her so much— now they all stand in front of her in all black.

Seeing this harsh reality, Leila laughed out loud. After laughing, she cried. She didn't care about anyone, as long as Mike was fine.

"Mike..." Leila's sad voice is hoarse and indistinct, and when the last glimmer of hope in her eyes finally dimmed, she asked. "When you are with me, you are clearly happy. You love me… Right?"