One night stand with my president(chapter 424)

 Chapter 424: Not To Like You 

Joyce's eyes were fixed in a particular direction, her face growing paler by the second.

Seeing her reaction, Sam was confused.

He followed her gaze, and his expression changed as well.

Instinctively, he stepped in front of Joyce, shielding her from whatever it was.

"Joyce, I finally found you..."

They both saw him-the man standing at the hospital entrance-it was Callan.

Callan had managed to find out where Adeline was staying, and he had patiently waited, knowing that sooner or later, Joyce would show up.

Now, he had finally found her.

But what infuriated him was seeing Joyce with Sam.

Callan thought, "Sam. That relentless man..."

If it weren't for Sam, maybe he and Joyce would have already been together by now.

Joyce trembled slightly, and without realizing it, she grasped Sam's shirt.

Scenes from the past flooded her mind-the time Callan had told her not to like Sam, the moment he had caused Sam's injury, how he had almost forced himself on her in her house, and how he had kidnapped her ex-boyfriend...

Callan was a lunatic.

If it was just about her, she could have dealt with it.

But now, there was a very real risk that the people around her might get hurt too.

She had just escaped Callan's surveillance, and now, here he was again.

Even though Joyce knew she had allies now, a wave of panic washed over her.

Callan took a few slow steps toward Sam.

Though Sam blocked her from view, Callan seemed to be able to see right through him. 

His eyes filled with possessiveness and aggression.

"Move," Callan demanded, his voice sharp.

"Dream on," Sam retorted coldly. "Callan, I won't let you near her."

Callan swung his fist, but Sam easily blocked it, retaliating with a powerful punch that sent Callan crashing to the ground.

"Joyce!" Callan called out from the floor, "Do you know how hard I've been looking for you? Why did you leave without telling me? Why have you been avoiding me? Have I made you hate me this much?"

Just as Sam was about to speak, Joyce suddenly stepped out from behind him.

"Callan, you're right." Joyce's voice trembled, but her tone was unwavering. "I do hate you. In my entire life, l've never hated anyone more than I hate you."

Her blunt honesty hit Callan like a thunderbolt.

"Is it because of what happened that day?" Callan scrambled to his feet, his voice desperate.

"I was wrong. I was too impulsive... Joyce, I'm sorry...

"It's not just because of that," Joyce interrupted him, her voice steady. "Callan, don't you see? You're a deeply disturbed person. You'll do anything to get what you want, even if it means hurting innocent people."

"Innocent? Who's innocent? Is it Sam, who can't see your true feelings? Or your cheating ex-boyfriend?" Callan yelled, his fury escalating.

Sam, seeing Callan's anger boiling over, instinctively stepped forward to shield Joyce again, but she grabbed his arm.

At that moment, Joyce's anger overwhelmed her fear.

Callan had dared to say that in front of Sam.

"Callan, get this straight!" Joyce snapped.

"Everyone has the right to like someone, and also the right not to like someone. I have the right not to like you, and Mr. Juarez has the right not to like me. What's wrong with that?"

Sam froze for a moment.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but with Callan standing there, it didn't seem the right time.

Callan seemed at a loss for words, but Joyce didn't stop.

"As for my ex-boyfriend, yes, he was a jerk, but I've already forgotten about him. What gives you the right to hurt him in my name? Do you really think you're avenging me? No. You're just venting your own anger."

Callan gritted his teeth, unable to find a retort.

So, instead, he took a step forward and said,

"Joyce, come with me."

"In your dreams," Joyce shot back sharply.

If they were in Jamarion's territory, she might have considered Sam's safety, but now, they were in Daltoria.

Callan was alone.

And the Mendoza family and Harrison's men were close by.

She wasn't about to let Callan intimidate her.

Callan lunged for Joyce's arm.

Sam wouldn't let him succeed, immediately throwing another punch.

The two men clashed, fists flying.

Callan, usually no match for Sam, was enraged and fought fiercely.

The fight became more evenly matched than anyone expected.

Joyce, anxious, didn't care about Callan, but she feared Sam would get hurt again because of her.

"Stop!" she shouted.

Both men, fueled by anger, didn't hear her at first.

Fortunately, Harrison's men, noticing the commotion, arrived just in time.

The Mendoza family didn't recognize Sam, but Harrison's men knew him well.

They quickly intervened, pulling Sam and Callan apart.

Both men were bleeding, with bruises already forming on their faces.

Though they had only fought briefly, they had both landed some heavy blows.

"Are you alright?" Joyce asked, concerned as she looked at Sam's injuries. "I'm so sorry. It's all because of me...

"It's nothing," Sam replied dismissively.

He shot a venomous glare at Callan. "This wasn't about you. I just can't stand the sight of him."

"Don't worry about him."

Joyce turned to Callan, her voice cold. 

"Callan, stop wasting your energy. I'm not going with you. You saw it for yourself-there are Mr. Thomson's men here, and the Mendoza family. You can't do anything here."

"Joyce," Callan's voice cracked with pain, "Please, don't do this to me..."

Joyce found him laughable.

She turned her attention back to Sam's injuries, ignoring Callan entirely.

"Mr. Juarez, what should we do with this man?"

"Throw him as far as possible," Sam said coldly.

"Make sure he never comes near this hospital again."

The men quickly called Harrison to confirm the decision.

After hearing the report, Harrison gave the same instructions as Sam.

And so, Callan was dragged away, defeated and unwilling.