Chapter 922

A thunderous growl left Mateo's lips. "Oh, I see how it is, Bridget! Are you breaking up with me and punching me because of that man beside you? I don't understand—what makes him better than me? Is it because he's taller? Or do you find him more attractive than me?"

"Good that you're at least aware of that. You're not as dim as I thought. Yes, Edward's looks are superior to yours in many ways, but that's not why I'm breaking up with you. Still, you realized your many inferiorities, how you're unworthy of me, and that I have many better options out there; that's a pretty decent improvement," Bridget sneered, tucking her hands into her pockets. Her face was devoid of emotion, but her eyes were full of agony.

Mateo still hadn't got up. Only bitterness radiated from his gaze as he snarled through gritted teeth, "Well done, Bridget! You've got some nerve to insult me! Are you trying to destroy my pride just because you can't have me?"

Bridget's brows drew close.

As for Edward, who patient