Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 619

As soon as Dennis Williams made his move, he grabbed Camila Davis by the waist and pulled her a few steps back, shielding her with a protective, almost possessive gesture.

He glanced down at the man on the floor with a look so cold it could freeze the air. Dennis’s eyes, sharp and disdainful, made it clear—he had absolutely no patience for this nonsense.

Larry Adams knew Dennis had no interest in wasting words on this loser, so he stepped in.

“What exactly did Jonathan do wrong? He had a crush on a woman, she turned him down, he got his feelings hurt, and now he’s on his knees? Come on, man! Where’s all that bravado from earlier? Don’t chicken out now!”

Jonathan Allen’s face went rigid as Larry spoke, wishing he could slap a hand over Larry’s mouth to shut him up. Mr. Williams was already furious, and now Larry seemed to be stirring the pot on purpose, maybe even getting revenge for being embarrassed earlier.

Inside, Jonathan was seething, but he didn’t dare show it. He stayed kneeling, trying to look as humble as possible, desperate to avoid dragging his whole family down with him.

“It was my fault,” Jonathan stammered. “I’d had too much to drink, I said some stupid things—I never meant to offend Ms. Davis…”

Larry just smirked. “Oh really? You keep saying you were wrong, but do you even know what you did wrong? Guess the Allen Family never taught you basic manners, huh? Maybe your dad and your brother Zachary should take some heat for that, too.”

Jonathan’s eyes flashed with anger. “Larry, what the hell—” He wanted to shout at Larry for dragging his whole family into this. He was humiliating himself, groveling in public, just to keep Mr. Williams from turning this into a family feud. But Larry was clearly out for blood.

No sooner had Jonathan opened his mouth than a wave of icy hostility swept over him. He turned his head—and there was Dennis Williams, staring at him with a look that could kill. Jonathan flinched, his whole body trembling.

Larry noticed, of course. He crouched beside Jonathan, grinning, and said in a low voice, “Short-term memory issues, Jonathan? Can’t remember what you just said and did? No problem—I’ve got a great memory. Let me remind you of all the lovely things you said about Camila.”

Jonathan glared at Larry, but didn’t dare say a word. Instead, he forced himself to keep apologizing: “I—I was out of line. I said things I shouldn’t have. It won’t happen again…”

Larry tutted, shaking his head. “So you know you’ve got a filthy mouth, but you think just saying sorry is enough? Nah, man, that’s not how it works. Gotta pay a little penalty, right?”

Jonathan’s voice was barely above a whisper. “You’re right, Mr. Adams.”

Grinding his teeth, Jonathan muttered, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Right there, in front of everyone, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face. A hush fell over the room. People stared, shocked that Jonathan Allen was actually humiliating himself like this.

But then again, who would dare cross Dennis Williams and walk away unscathed?

Jonathan, burning with shame, kept going, switching hands for the second slap.

That’s when Aaron piped up, sounding annoyed. “What’s the matter, Jonathan? Didn’t eat dinner tonight? You hit like my grandma. Want me to get you a burger and fries so you’ve got the strength to do it right?”

The crowd snickered. Loud and clear: Jonathan Allen was getting exactly what he deserved.