Chapter 368

Wynne's eyes flew open in bewildered confusion. Instead of Anya's dainty hand, his lips had met with a large, black shoe caked in polish.

He recoiled instantly and spat repeatedly as black residue clung to his mouth. It was an utterly repulsive experience.

Anya couldn't suppress her laughter at the scene. She hadn't anticipated Frederick's swift intervention. In a moment of uncertainty, Frederick had tossed his shoe to her rescue.

Witnessing Wynne's predicament, Frederick decided to escalate the situation further. He slipped the shoe back on, then retrieved a fresh dollop of polish from a nearby complimentary shoe-shining machine.

With exaggerated motions, he began vigorously buffing his shoe.

He then lamented in a dramatic tone, "Oh dear, my shoe is filthy!"

Wynne observed Frederick's antics and was incensed. Not only had this man ruined his romantic gesture, but he was now openly mocking him.

It was a provocation beyond tolerance!

"Hey, who the hell do you think you are?"

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