Earlier, while they were walking together, Dylan had said he needed to take a call and send her back first.
‘I should have waited.’ Lola was filled with regret.
‘What should I do?’
As she wracked her brain, trying to escape his grip, she suddenly heard a cold and sharp voice.
“Remove your hand.”
Like a savior, Dylan appeared, and Lola felt relieved yet worried.
She was concerned he might misunderstand seeing her with a stranger.
Dylan, who had approached quickly, grabbed the man’s arm as if to snatch it away.
“Let go of her.”
The cold voice that pierced her ears and the strong grip on his arm made the matchmaker have no choice but to release Lola’s hand.
‘Who is this man who is getting too close to Lola?’
He felt like he had seen him somewhere before.
Dylan felt a sense of discomfort.
The energy emanating from the man felt somehow slimy and persistent, making him feel uneasy.
“Who are you?”
The matchmaker had to look up at the man who seemed to be 7 to 8 centimeters taller than him.
The man, who was either a stranger or someone he felt he had seen once, looked quite dangerous and exuded an intimidating presence.
Moreover, the man’s gaze, which was fixed on him, looked very fierce, causing the matchmaker to stutter.
“This girl’s boyfriend. Soon to be her husband.”
The short and concise statement carried an unspoken warning.
‘So don’t get too close to my girl!’
The matchmaker finally seemed to realize Dylan’s identity and fell silent for a moment.
“Lola, are you okay? Did you get hurt?”
Dylan, worried about Lola, turned to her and asked.
“Yes. Dear.”
Seeing Lola nodding and forcing a smile, Dylan seemed to finally feel relieved. However, his gaze, which turned sharply to the matchmaker, was extremely fierce.
He didn’t forget to give a cold warning to the matchmaker.
“I’ll let it go this time, but if you touch or get too close to her again, I’ll sue you. I can make up any charges I want.”
“I think there’s some misunderstanding…”
He hadn’t lived recklessly enough to be sued by someone.
Feeling that his words were a bit harsh, the matchmaker tried to explain, but Dylan quickly interrupted.
“Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? I only believe what I see with my own eyes. You touched the body of a girl who clearly said she didn’t want it. This is clearly s****l harassment. Do you want me to explain what s****l harassment is in detail?”
Thinking about how a man he didn’t even know had been holding Lola’s hand for a while made Dylan feel sick to his stomach.
In reality, the man’s actions weren’t severe enough to be classified as s****l harassment, but he deliberately spoke harshly.
“I’ve clearly warned you. If you mess with me, there will be no settlement. I’ll take it that you understood my words well.”
After firmly warning him, Dylan finally released the man’s arm. Then, as if to protect Lola, he escorted her and opened the hospital entrance door.
“Phew, phew…”
Overwhelmed by Dylan’s forceful presence, the matchmaker stood there dazed for a while before finally letting out a suppressed sigh and moving his feet.
******
As they entered the hospital lobby, Dylan paused for a moment, holding Lola’s wrist and looking around. Her wrist was red and swollen, as if he had gripped it tightly. Dylan’s expression darkened.
‘I should have taken him to the police station.’
He was angry with himself.
He hadn’t sent her away earlier.
“Does it hurt? It looks a bit swollen.”
His voice, asking carefully, was filled with concern.
Lola lightly smiled and shook her head, indicating she was okay.
“Who the hell was that guy? He seemed to know you well.”
This time, his voice was firmly angry.
Lola, who had done nothing wrong, instinctively shrank back.
“That guy, he was the man I met for a blind date at the NorthWest Hotel café.”
“Ah, I see.”
No wonder he seemed familiar.
‘He was the man who went on a blind date with Lola.’ Dylan nodded slightly.
“I’m sorry, dear.”
“What for?”
How should she explain?
Dylan could easily misunderstand, and anyway, it wasn’t a good situation.
She wondered if the matchmaker was still clinging to her because she hadn’t handled things properly, and such thoughts crossed her mind.
But as she struggled to find the right words, Dylan spoke first.
“I’m not misunderstanding.”
He gently touched her wrist.
“You only like me.”
“You only like me, right?”
As Lola fell silent, Dylan’s eyes narrowed.
“Is that not true? Do you perhaps like someone else? Who is it?”
Lola shook her hands vigorously, feeling as if she might faint from the absurdity of his words, and hurriedly clarified.
