Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60 

The restaurant manager quickly arrived with security but hesitated to act against the man because of his size and connections. In that moment of hesitation, the man rudely shoved the manager aside and grabbed me. 

“Don’t disturb me while I’m hitting on girls,” he snapped. 

I could have easily dodged the man’s hand, but Lyla stepped in front of me to protect me. 

When the fat man reached for me, I tried to pull Lyla away, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his embrace 

“Let go of me!” 1shouted. He held me around the waist, his hands wandering over my arm as he kept sniffing my hair. 

Just as I was about to lose control, the security guards finally subdued him and pinned him to the ground. 

The fat man continued to curse, and many customers talked about his behavior and how the restaurant was handling the situation. Lyta pulled me into her arms and comforted me I closed my eyes, but my lip, and said, “I want to go home.” 

“Okay, Let’s go home,” Lyla said while she took the lead 

to stop it. You’re going to face a lawsuit for allowing this assault to happen” 

she then turned to the manager and added, “You saw an employee being harassed and did nothing to “And you!” Lyla turned and kicked a flowerpot that had fallen to the ground directly at the fat man. “You think you’re so impressive just because you have money?” Lyla sneered, “You think you can just hit on girls? I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.” 

With that, Lyla grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the exit. As we approached the sliding door, I caught a glimpse of Leah’s face being reflected in the glass. I stopped, and Lyla asked, “What’s wrong?” 

I didn’t answer but instead looked around the restaurant. The once noisy place was now quiet, and most of the customers had left 

I turned back to Lyla and said, “Nothing. Let’s just go home.” 

I went back to my apartment and took a shower. I scrubbed myself three times before I felt clean. 

Thad been working my part–time job for almost two weeks now, and during that time, only a few guys had hit on me. 

They were usually regulars who had dined there a few times. Usually, once they were rejected, they were quite gentlemanly and would back off. 

I’d never seen the guy who came in tonight. Even though he was dressed in designer clothes, he couldn’t even hold a wine glass properly.