Bully Her? She’s the Mafia Princess Chapter 08

Bully Her? She’s the Mafia Princess Chapter 08

“I thought your family was full of scholars. How did you end up in business? And join my family?” I asked, surprised. 

When he was little, he’d been so weak and sickly that I’d 

thought he’d become an academic. Instead, he’d turned into my father’s right–hand man. 

Noah Hunter knelt on one knee, his eyes full of emotion and hurt. “Miss Thorne, don’t you remember me? I’m Noah. The 

one you always protected when we were kids.” 

“You said you hated weak bookish types. You wanted someone who could protect you. So after college, I gave up on becoming a scholar and joined Thorne’s overseas division.” 

“I worked hard to become strong, just so I could protect you 

one day.” 

“I didn’t expect that by the time I was strong enough to come back for you, you were already engaged.” 

“I thought I’d lost my chance forever. But God was so kind to give me a second chance.” 

He was crying like a little kid. I was annoyed by the whole thing. “Stop crying! I haven’t even said yes yet!” 

But the moment I kicked him, I froze. His abs were rock hard, all muscle, completely different from the soft, chubby kid I 

remembered. 

Noah grabbed my ankle and held it gently in his palm. Not answering my question, he said, “Miss Thorne, you’ve been angry and tired. Do you need a massage? I learned how; I’m 

very good.” 

I let out a frustrated laugh and lifted my foot, pressing my toe 

against his chin to make him look up. 

His skin was bronzed, his features were sharp and deep. His 

eyes were full of panic, not daring to look directly at me, and his cheeks flushed slightly. 

For such a tall, powerful, imposing man, he looked almost shy. 

My heart skipped a beat. Before I knew it, I heard myself say, “If you want to be the backup groom, I suppose I could consider it.” 

Noah’s eyes lit up instantly. “Miss Thorne, I’d do anything! 

Just let me stay by your side; I won’t interfere in anything, I won’t make you angry, and I’ll protect you forever.” 

I thought about it carefully. Noah wasn’t bad looking. He was 

tall, capable, and completely loyal. I wouldn’t look bad being 

seen with someone like him. 

And since he was ruthless when he needed to be, if any of my 

fake friends dared to mock me about Vincent, I’d just have 

Noah beat up their fiancés and let them see how it felt to be 

bullied. 

With that thought, I put my foot down and said flatly, “Go 

home. I’ll send a token of my sincerity to your place in a few 

days.” 

And I did. I sent truckloads of gifts, gold bars, jewelry, a 

limited–edition sports car, a villa in London, shares in Thorne 

Group. 

They piled up until they filled the entire villa Noah was staying 

in. 

I was just considering whether to buy a pair of rare gems as our engagement tokens when Vincent showed up with the diamond necklace, fully repaired. 

He saw the pile of gifts at the villa’s entrance, and his face lit up with satisfaction. “Evelyn, is this your wedding gifts?” 

“I knew you wouldn’t actually call off the wedding. You were just mad at me, weren’t you?”