The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

Joey blushed when she found that she had become the center of attention at the party. It was the first time that she had ever been watched and admired on such an occasion. Her face was burning with nervousness. But when she saw Mrs. Charles's cold and sarcastic

eyes in the crowd, she was so frightened that she made a wrong move.

Unfortunately, she was supposed to twirl away from Allen. When she made the wrong move, she lost her balance and threw herself at Mrs. Charles who had been standing nearby.

There was a glass of wine in Mrs. Charles's hand, and...

"Ah..."

Mrs. Charles let out a cry of surprise. She took several steps back and almost fell down to the ground. The wine in the glass was splashed all over her face, ruining her exquisite makeup. Her shirt was also wet, vaguely revealing the red bra underneath. Joey froze for a while and soon bent down to apologize, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Charles, I didn't mean to, I...Ah..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was slapped hard in the face by Mrs. Charles.

Caught off guard, Joey was smacked so hard that she almost fell down to the ground.

"Baby..."

Allen's eyes were wide open. He caught Joey in the air and glared at his mother, "Mom, how could you hurt her? You know she didn't do it on purpose."

Allen was infuriated to see Joey's swollen face. He would have certainly beaten anyone else who had the nerve to hurt his girlfriend. But it was his mother, and he could do nothing but shout at her in a fit of anger.

Even though Allen just raised his voice, it was too much for his sensitive and domineering mother, let alone the audience at the party. She was furious because her own son had yelled at her because of a random girl.

"Allen, of course she didn't do it on purpose. But I wasn't either. My first reaction under attack was to fight back. You can't blame me for that."

Mrs. Charles glared at Joey. It was all her fault.

She was totally unaware that it wasn't a pretty picture to look at with her wet hair, smeared face, and reemerged wrinkles. Now she looked old, fierce and resentful, which was in sharp contrast to her previous noble and elegant image.

Mr. Charles couldn't stand it anymore. His wife had disgraced herself, which would inevitably affect his image. He took off her coat and put it on her with a frown, "Don't make a scene at our daughter's birthday party."

Mrs. Charles finally came to her sense. She hurriedly tidied her wet hair and was about to leave.

"Allen..."

Just then, Joey suddenly felt a violent pain in her stomach. Her face went pale.

When she had thrown herself at Mrs. Charles by accident, she was pushed in the stomach first and then slapped hard in the face.

She hadn't felt anything wrong with her stomach moments ago. But now the pain was severe.

"Baby!"

Allen was shocked and quickly took her in his arms.

Mrs. Charles, who was about to call it a day, was infuriated to see it. She pushed her husband away and rushed to Joey. She grabbed Joey's arms and said sharply, "Don't push your luck, girl. A slap in the face wouldn't hurt you so much. Do you think it will...Oh God, blood, blood..."

Mrs. Charles was stunned to see blood running down Joey's inner thighs. It turned out that she wasn't faking it.

Like Mrs. Charles, the audience had assumed that Joey was one of those girls who would play tricks to marry into a rich family. But they gasped when they saw the blood on her white dress.

"Baby, what's wrong? Don't be afraid. I'm here and I'm taking you to the hospital right now."

The blood was shocking for Allen. Excited as a raging lion, he shouted at the crowd, "Move, move. Get out the way. Chance, start the engine!"