Killed by My Witch

Chapter 31: Difficult Men

The two men were coddled by the other Witches while they were recovering.

The heavily injured young man's name was Aaron. He was incredibly popular and would be spoon fed by at least three to five women at all of his meals. He was a bright and bubbly person with a personality and face that made all of the women older than him quickly swoon.

His rude companion went around helping others with menial tasks. In front of me, he is a rude person. He completely changes and becomes a gentleman when he is in front of other women. There is no other way to describe him as anything other than a two-faced liar.

I hate how he uses that face that is similar to Sheze to be a player!

His face and hair color were really similar to Sheze. It was almost as if they could be twins.

I was curious about whether or not he was related to Sheze but could never bring myself to go up to him and ask due to my pride.

We accidentally locked eyes when he caught me staring at him. I quickly turned away and went somewhere else.

When I see that face, my knees lock and I end up remembering when I was with Sheze the one man I had ever loved and will ever love in my whole life.

Queen Geruscha most likely knew that the man I saved looked like the carbon copy of my Sheze and decided to not go against my decision of allowing those people in just to see how I would react.

Later in the day, I was on my way home until Zanier jumped out of a window from the second story of a building and landed on his hands and knees right in front of me.

"What a brute...At least use the doors," I said irritatedly.

"Where did he go!" a girl from the window shouted as she stuck her head out of a window.

I looked upwards and wrapped my hands around my mouth to amplify my voice.

The brute suddenly shoved his large hands over my mouth in an attempt to silence me and dragged me into an alleyway and held me tightly in his embrace.

"Are you always this contemptible?" he whispered in my ears. "I was obviously trying to run away from them when I jumped out of the window."

A group of girls soon made their way down and began searching for this brute in a hungry fashion.

I elbowed him in his injury and had him release me. He fell over and held his stomach.

"Why not answer their advances like a normal man like your friend?" I suggested.

"I am a person. I should be allowed to choose my partners," Zanier said arrogantly.

If he just coldly brushed those women aside like he did to me, he would not be experiencing these problems. Instead, he plays this cat-and-mouse chasing game that makes him incite the aggressive side of those women.

"Since there are so many beautiful girls here, I should help gather them for you," I said with a smile.

"You are cruel..." he said as he continued holding his stomach.

I soon noticed that he was bleeding through his stomach.

"I did not even hit you that hard! Where is all of this bleeding coming from?" I asked as I quickly crouched beside him.