Daryl’s Anger

BAM!

The door to the exclusive lounge slammed open, crashing against the wall. The sound of the wooden impact echoed throughout the room.

Daryl stood in the doorway, his face dark and his eyes burning with fury. His breathing was heavy, and his jaw was clenched tightly.

In front of him, Cheesy lay on the luxurious sofa, her red dress in disarray, exposing her shoulders. Roy’s overweight body was pressing against hers, his hands gripping her wrists as she struggled violently.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” Cheesy screamed, kicking out with all her might. Tears welled in her eyes, her body trembling in fear.

Roy turned his head but ignored Daryl’s furious glare.

Daryl’s breath quickened, and his emotions exploded in an instant.

Without a word, Daryl strode forward and yanked Roy toward him, turning the fat man to face him.

THUD!

A solid punch landed squarely on Roy’s jaw. Roy was sent sprawling to the side, crashing into a glass table that shattered into pieces.

Cheesy curled up in the corner of the sofa, shielding her body with her arms. Her sobs erupted, but her eyes were fixed on Daryl, who stood tall, his chest heaving with anger.

“Which hand touched her?” Daryl shouted, yanking Roy up with force. The plump man groaned in pain, blood trickling from his cheek.

“I-I—”

CRACK!

The sound of bone snapping filled the room as Daryl twisted Roy’s arm in an unnatural direction. Roy screeched, his voice high-pitched like a slaughtered pig.

“AAHH!! MY ARM!!”

“Don’t touch my woman,” Daryl muttered, his voice low but seething with lethal intensity. “Did you really think I’d hand her over to a scumbag like you? Foolish!”

Daryl shoved Roy to the ground. Very, who had been standing in the doorway, pale-faced, quickly stepped inside.

“Very, call the police. Send all the evidence of Roy’s crimes that you’ve been keeping. Now!”

“What evidence?” Roy gasped, still clutching his twisted arm.

Daryl fixed him with a cold stare. “You think I don’t know all your dirty little games? Human trafficking, embezzling money, contract forgery? I’ve just been waiting for the right time.”

Very nodded quickly, pulling out his phone. “I’ve already sent it to the special criminal unit, Young Master.”

Daryl gave a brief nod and then turned back to Cheesy.

She was still trembling, her eyes swollen from crying. Her body slumped weakly in the corner of the sofa, gazing at Daryl as though he were the only light in her darkness.

Daryl took off his jacket and draped it over her body. He didn’t say a word—just silently gazed at her before, without hesitation, lifting her into his arms.

“I can walk on my own...” Cheesy whispered, though her voice was faint.

“Quiet,” Daryl replied curtly, not looking at her.

***

Their black car sped away from the bar. The rain poured heavily outside, almost as though the heavens were reflecting the turmoil inside.

Cheesy sat in the passenger seat, still wearing Daryl’s jacket, gripping the front of it tightly. Her eyes stared out the window, but the image of Daryl sitting silently beside her kept making her chest feel tight.

“Why...?” Cheesy’s voice finally cracked. She turned to look at him, her eyes still glassy. “Why did you save me, Mr. Daryl?”

Daryl remained silent. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, his face cold, his jaw tight, and his breath still heavy.

“Wasn’t it you who handed me over to that man?” Cheesy continued, her voice soft, almost inaudible. “Wasn’t it you who said I was the kind of woman who deserved to be in Mr. Roy’s bed?”

Daryl still didn’t answer. His eyes briefly closed, as though trying to calm himself.

Cheesy let out a small laugh.

“So this was just a game? You really wanted to destroy me, then pretend to be a hero so I’d feel indebted to you?”

Daryl opened his eyes and stared straight at the road. “You talk too much.”

“But none of my questions have been answered!” Cheesy snapped, her voice rising. “What are you really trying to say, Mr. Daryl?! You should’ve just let that fat man touch me. You shouldn’t have ignored my screams. Because of you, I missed out on two hundred million!”

“Enough!” Daryl finally yelled, his fists clenched tightly.

The car came to a sudden stop by the side of the road, the sound of the brakes screeching in time with the pouring rain outside.

Daryl turned to face Cheesy, staring at her intensely. His eyes were no longer just cold—there was anger, frustration, and something else that was hard to name.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have saved you,” Daryl murmured.

Cheesy stared at him without blinking. Her breath caught in her throat.

“I should’ve let that bastard touch you,” Daryl continued, his voice quieter now.

Cheesy lowered her head, biting her lip. Tears started to fall one by one. Her hands gripped the jacket tightly around her body.

“Yeah, you should’ve. Can you find another rich man like Mr. Roy?!”

Daryl didn’t respond. He just sighed deeply, leaned back in his seat, and stared at the ceiling of the car.

“I don’t even know... why I saved you, considering I hate you so much,” Daryl said to himself. “But one thing is clear—I won’t let any man hurt you. Only I, only I, have the right to hurt you!” Daryl repeated in his mind, his eyes closing again.

Cheesy slowly turned her head and then shifted her gaze back to the car window.

Then, the phone rang. Cheesy quickly answered the call from her daughter, Ellen.

“Hello, Mommy!” Ellen’s voice made Cheesy smile. “Mommy, when are you coming home? I miss you! Are you okay, Mommy? I had a bad dream earlier.”

Cheesy fought to hold back her tears. She missed her daughter so much, who was staying in a safe place far away from her.

“Yes, darling. I miss you too. I’m fine.”

Daryl shot a cynical glance at Cheesy.

“Darling? Is that Cheesy’s lover?” Daryl thought to himself.

Daryl clenched his fists. His jaw tightened. He was sure that the voice on the phone was Cheesy’s boyfriend. Another man!

Without thinking, Daryl grabbed Cheesy’s phone from her hand and—

SMASH!

Daryl slammed the phone out the car window. It flew through the air, hitting the wet asphalt before being crushed by a passing vehicle.

“Mr. Daryl!” Cheesy yelled angrily, her eyes wide in shock.

Before she could say anything more, Daryl roughly grabbed her face and pulled her toward him. Without warning, his lips slammed into hers in a wild and furious kiss.

Cheesy pushed against his chest with all her might. She struggled, hitting, slapping. But Daryl held her head tightly, not allowing her to escape.

Slowly, however, Cheesy’s strength began to fade. Tears fell from her eyes without her realizing it. Instead of continuing to fight, she finally returned the kiss—bitter, sharp, as if she knew this might be the last kiss she ever shared with Daryl before everything truly ended.

After a few seconds, Daryl pulled away from the kiss.

They stared at each other, breathless. Their eyes locked in silence, both filled with pain.

Cheesy lifted her hand to wipe the corner of her swollen lips and smiled bitterly.

“Since Mr. Daryl has kissed me…” Cheesy whispered softly, “Then Young Master Daryl owes me twenty million.”

Daryl blinked, not believing what he had just heard.

“What?” he asked in a low voice, almost growling.

Cheesy nodded, still smiling, though her eyes were wet. “My kiss f*e for tonight is twenty million. No less.”

Hearing this, Daryl nearly lost control. His hand clenched into a fist, and his breath quickened.

“You—” Daryl nearly strangled Cheesy’s neck.

But Cheesy managed to avoid him. “Mr. Daryl forgot?” Cheesy smiled sweetly, “Money is everything to me.”

Daryl nodded, then pulled out a check, writing the figure for twenty million. He tossed the paper right in front of Cheesy’s face.

“I HATE YOU MORE AND MORE, CHEESY EVELYNE!”