Chapter 11
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His originally good-looking face was now contorted into something vicious.
"Kaylee, Spencer doesn't know that you're not even a real Johnson, does he? It's not nice of you to hide something this significant from him, wouldn't you say?"
Even though I was long prepared for my identity to be revealed to the world, I still could not help but feel ashamed and helpless by how Andrew had suddenly blurted it out.
My hand, which was still being held by Spencer, instantaneously turned cold. Sweat seeped out and covered my palms.
Andrew chuckled when he saw how my face paled.
"As expected, you were hiding it from him. I knew if he knew your true identity, he would only stay far away from you. Even if you crawled into his bed, he still wouldn't even touch one hair—"
"Andrew."
Spencer suddenly let go of my hand and started nonchalantly rolling his sleeves up. Then, he removed his watch and handed it to me.
"Previously, I found you to be somewhat of an ass when it came to relationships, but you weren't a truly bad person. But now…"
Spencer walked up, grabbed Andrew by the collar, and shoved him against the wall. "I find you to be an absolute douchebag."
Andrew flew into a rage and wanted to fight him off, but Spencer decked him hard in the face first. "You're a coward! A piece of complete garbage!
"Also, Andrew, we're not the same. The person I like isn't Ms. Johnson or whatever surname she may have. The person I like is Kaylee. Just Kaylee. If her name is Kaylee Johnson, then I like Kaylee Johnson. If her name is Kaylee Summerville, then I like Kaylee Summerville. It's that simple."
"But Kaylee is not a virgi—"
Spencer did not let him finish his sentence. Instead, he threw another hard punch right into his face.
Andrew wailed in pain, then crumbled to the ground while clutching his bleeding nose.
I was worried that if Spencer continued on, things would become deadly. So I ran up and grabbed him tightly.
"Spencer, stop. He can't take any more!"
Spencer's expression was still icy, but he stopped. He took a look at the bloody Andrew, took out his phone, and then placed a call to have people come clean up the scene.
Finally, he pulled me into his arms. "Kay, let's go home."
When we reached the car, I called out his name.
"Spencer, do you trust me?"
"What?"
I tilted my head up to look at him. He was wearing a dark gray shirt. He looked chic and dignified, and extremely good-looking.
If this was before, the way he pummeled Andrew in a fit of rage earlier would have frightened me. I would have hidden far away from him.
But now, I only felt treasured.
In all those years, I had frantically tried to grasp onto a lifejacket. But every time, things never turned out the way I hoped.
My parents, who had once loved and adored me, no longer saw me as the apple of their eye. They did not yell or hit me, but the way they disdainfully held me at arm's length was still a form of abuse. It was enough to make a girl going through her teen years suffer a meltdown.
The boy I had grown up with treated me with contempt and kept his distance from him.
My biological parents were evil incarnates who only answered to cold, hard cash.
Every day and every night, I was filled with fear that I would one day be sent back to them and that would be the end of my life as I knew it.
And even until my death, I never found out that someone had secretly harbored feelings for me for such a long time.
Thankfully, nothing in my dreams would come true anymore.
I had also not stupidly tried to use my body to tie Andrew down when I was at my wit's end.
"Nothing ever happened between me and Andrew."
"Kay."
Spencer held my face between his hands before leaning down and kissing me.
I fisted my hands around his sleeves. I squeezed his sleeves and then released my grip.
"Spencer…"
I was out of breath from his kiss. My legs had turned to jelly, and I could only grab onto his waist for support.
