Let Love Takes Away All This Pain

Chapter 20 The Urge To Hit Him
This stranger whom she knocked onto seemed drunk, his eyes hazy and unfocused.
Wearing a red shirt and casual trousers, his fair face was flushed.
Three buttons on his shirt were unbuckled, and the collar seemed to have been pulled to the side, revealing the kiss marks on
his neck.
Even the collar of his shirt had them.
Alva looked at his face, a strong emotion surged within her.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
It was him, this person.
Everything was because of him, leading to what happened afterward, turning everything upside down.
It was all because of him!
Alva shouted in her heart, her eyes gradually turning red.
However, Spencer touched her face and let out a belch, “Little Vixen, what’s with that look in your eyes? It’s giving me
goosebumps.”
Alva clenched her fists, resisting the urge to hit this man. She pushed him away and quickly left.
She couldn’t afford to offend these rich people.
That’s the terrifying reality.
Alva wanted to leave, yet Spencer didn’t want her to go. He grabbed her, pulled her into his embrace, and smirked, “Running
away? Do you want to play Tom and Jerry with me?”
As he spoke, he tried to kiss her. Alva couldn’t control her emotions any longer. She raised her hand and slapped him.
Spencer was taken aback by the slap, touching his face and saying, “Did you just hit me?”

“Yes, I did.”
She wanted to hit him again.
Before she could raise her hand again, Spencer suddenly held her tightly, laughing heartily, “You actually hit me?”
“Little vixen, I really like you!”
“Come, let’s go home, and let me take good care of you.”
He then hugged Alva and stumbled forward.
Alva felt that this man was insane. She struggled hard and pushed him away saying, “Let go of me!”
But no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn’t break free from Spencer’s restraints.
Bang! Spencer kicked the door of a private room and took her inside, saying, ” Bitch, we’re home!”
He pressed her against the wall, pulled out a belt, and handed it to her saying, ” Bitch, come on, continue. Hit me with this.”
As he spoke, he pointed at himself.
However, Alva didn’t make this move. Instead, she looked behind him, at the person sitting on the high-end crocodile leather
sofa.
As usual, he wore a white shirt, black trousers, with three buttons unbuckled at the collar, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His fair
skin emitted a cold glow under the lights.
It’s Uriah.
Two years had passed. He was still the same, attitude still as cold.
There was not only Uriah in the private room but also other people.
However, including Uriah will make up three pax.
Just when Spencer barged in with Alva, two more people suddenly appeared in the private room.
And at this moment, the other two people stared in astonishment at Spencer and Alva.

No one expected these two people to suddenly appear.
“Little vixen, why aren’t you doing anything?” Spencer grew impatient when he saw Alva not moving.
Alva snapped back to reality, looking at the intoxicated man in front of her. She smiled and said softly, “Sir, we’ve come to the
wrong place.”
“What? We’re in the wrong place?”
“Yes, look, there are other people here.”
Spencer turned around. Indeed, Uriah was looking at him.
“Oh, isn’t this Mr. Uriah?” Spencer shook his head, trying to clear his vision, confirmed it was Uriah, and nodded, “Mr. Uriah, I
apologise for coming to the wrong place.”
In his intoxicated state, he bent down as a sign of apologies.
Watching Spencer about to stumble, Alva held onto him.
Spencer took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist and said to the people in the private room, “I disturbed Mr. Uriah’s
tranquillity today. I’ll pay for everyone’s bill. Drink and have fun!”
He waved his hand generously, kissed Alva on the face, and pinched her waist, his lips nestling into her neck. “Little vixen, let’s
go home and continue to have a good time!”
Alva lowered her eyes and smiled gently, as delicate as a rosebud waiting to bloom. Not ostentatious, yet it made people’s hearts
tighten.
“Okay, I’ll listen to you.”
“You’re so obedient.”
The two of them walked away, their voices fading through the distance.
In the private room, Roy Hill and Verne Tim looked at each other, both filled with disbelief.

They had attended Uriah’s wedding, so they weren’t mistaken. The person who was just taken away by Spencer was Uriah’s ex-
wife, Alva.
However, now that his ex-wife had become a mistress in such
places, they had no idea what their friend’s current state of mind
was.
Both of them turned their gazes towards Uriah simultaneously.