Chapter 239
Morwenna was never one to shy away from confrontation.
Except when it came to Norbert and Stuart, she always stood her ground if anyone tried to push her around.
The thoughtful present Norbert had prepared being called trash and tossed aside was the last thing she could bear. Why should she swallow her pride when threatened with a fight?
She had been in scuffles before.
Under Dahlia’s astonished gaze, Morwenna looked at Lorna and said, “You want to fight? Then let’s do it.”
Loma raised an eyebrow. “Ha, you want to throw down with me? With that skinny frame, you think you can take me?”
Morwenna replied sternly. “It was thoughtless of me to place the present on an empty bunk without asking, and I admit that. But your behavior was rude, too. If you want a fight, we’ll have one. If I win, you apologize.”
Loma couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. “Okay, if you win, I’ll apologize. But if you lose, steer clear of me during our college years.”
Then, Loma gestured provocatively with her hand.
She was already in a foul mood, and there was a perfect target to vent her frustrations on.
At toma’s beckoning, Morwenna charged like a cannonball.
Loma watched disdainfully, not taking her seriously. From her perspective, Morwenna was only another delicate, useless girl. One punch should do it.
But as she casually raised her hand to block, her expression changed instantly.
The force with which Morwenna charged was immense, more than some grown men could handle, let alone a casual block.
Morwenna tumbled Lorna to the ground.
Quick to react, Lorna attempted to get up and counterattack.
But Morwenna was faster, pinning Lorna’s hands and headbutting her, sending Lorna back to the ground, dazed and unable to move.
Morwenna didn’t want to hurt her badly. She just wanted an apology.
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She couldn’t stand by while someone disparaged Norbert’s heartfelt gesture.
Pinning Lorna down, Morwenna asked sternly, “Do you give up? Will you apologize?”
Lorna was beside herself with frustration, pinned down by someone she’d underestimated. “In your dream. Let me go!”
Morwenna frowned, disliking the profanity and the breach of agreement.
“You won’t apologize? Then I’ll have to continue,” Morwenna stated firmly.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh, but I would!”
Morwenna was stubborn.
Her headbutt left Lorna with a red forehead, while she only had a slight flush.
Having endured much worse in the past, that was nothing to Morwenna.
As she leaned down to continue, Dahlia, watching in shock, was about to intervene. It wasn’t right to let them keep headbutting each other like that..
Then, they heard a timid knock on the door before it opened.
A head peeked in, followed by an astonished exclaim. “Wenna? What on earth are you doing?”
There Morwenna was, straddling Lorna, pinning her hands down, their heads dangerously close. To an onlooker, it was a compromising
scene.