Lingering Rain, Lingering Love – Chapter 16

Giselle, still reeling from the unexpected twist, was left behind. She then slowly got up to her feet as she watched Stephan disappear into the distance.

She was just about to give chase when she suddenly thought of something. She pivoted sharply, shot a triumphant look at Rebecca, and exclaimed, “I told you all along, Rebecca! You don’t stand a chance against me!”

Rebecca silently observed her as she descended the stone steps, one slow step after another, until she stood directly in front of Giselle. She, being two inches taller, merely had to lower her gaze slightly to fully perceive the haughty arrogance burning in Giselle’s gaze.

Upon recalling the damaged pocket watch and all that had transpired between them, Rebecca realized that it was time to settle accounts with Giselle.

She deliberately stretched her fingers and cracked her knuckles with a pleasant smile settling on her features, and then, as Giselle looked on in utter confusion, she raised her hand and struck her hard across the face.

That sharp, resounding slap landed squarely on Giselle’s fever–flushed face. Her cheek instantly began to swell, and the sheer force of the blow sent her crashing to the ground, landing several feet away.

Though her hand throbbed from the slap, Rebecca felt a profound sense of satisfaction. She held Giselle’s furious, incandescent gaze without flinching, then said softly, “That slap was a reciprocal gift. You got a problem with it?”

Giselle was blindsided by the sudden attack. She had no strength to fight back, so she resorted to screaming at the top of her lungs. “You’ll regret this–Stephan won’t let you get away with this when he finds out what you did to me, Rebecca!”

Upon hearing that, Rebecca’s smile intensified. She half–crouched, then raised her hand and delivered another slap to Giselle’s left cheek. She felt a perverse sense of satisfaction settle over her as she caught sight of the two perfectly aligned red imprints on Giselle’s cheeks.

She then said lightly, “That slap was for what you did to my pocket watch. That settles the score between us, then. Oh, and if you’re thinking of getting back at me, please bring Stephan along as well. I wouldn’t mind slapping him around a bit either.”

Having said that, Rebecca elegantly rose to her feet, never once looking back at Giselle. She then turned and spotted Morgan leaning against the window, looking distinctly displeased.

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