Chapter 32 Poor child.

"How dare you," Ace said, his deep voice low and menacing, as he walked closer to Marcel and squatted down in front of him. He grabbed Marcel's collar and punched him repeatedly in the face.

Aria, who had been freed from Marcel's grasp, wiped her mouth harshly, trying to remove the feeling of Marcel's lips on hers. She wanted to erase the memory of the kiss entirely. As she came back to her senses, she watched in horror as Ace punched Marcel ruthlessly, his face bleeding.

"Ace, stop it! Can't you see he's bleeding?" Aria cried, rushing to Ace's side and grabbing his hand.

Ace turned to her, his eyes cold and hard. "Aria, go back to your class."

Aria was taken aback by the tone he used. He had never spoken to her like that before.

"No, I'm not going anywhere," Aria replied, standing her ground.

Ace's expression softened slightly. "Aria, I don't want you to get implicated in this. Please, just go back to your class."

Aria hesitated before nodding. "Fine, I'll go. But don't do anything rash."

As Aria walked away, she met Helena in the hallway. "Hey, Aria. I was looking for you. Where did you went to?" Helena asked.

Aria brushed off the question. I will visit the restroom."

Helena raised an eyebrow but didn't press the issue. "I'll meet you in class."

Aria quickly walked away, eager to wash her lips and erase the memory of Marcel's kiss.

In the restroom, Aria scrubbed her lips with soap and water, trying to remove the feeling of Marcel's lips on hers. She felt like there was a stain on her lips, and she couldn't shake off the feeling.

Meanwhile, Ace was still fuming with anger. "You think I'll dump her? Let me show you how I'll dump her," Ace sneered, dragging Marcel to his feet.

Marcel tried to punch Ace back, but Ace was too powerful. He gained the upper hand, punching Marcel repeatedly until Marcel was on the verge of unconsciousness.

Ace's anger was fueled by the image of Marcel kissing Aria. He hated it when someone touched what belonged to him.

As Marcel slumped to the ground, Ace towered over him, his chest heaving with anger. "Next time, if I see you close to her, I'll make your life a living hell."

With one final punch, Ace turned and walked away, leaving Marcel lying on the ground, battered and bruised.

A teacher stumbled upon Marcel and rushed him to the school infirmary. The principal was called, and he rushed to the infirmary, worried about the severity of Marcel's injuries.

As the principal and teacher arrived at the infirmary, they were met with the sight of Marcel's battered face. His nose was broken, his cheekbone was fractured, and his mouth was cut.

The principal sighed, feeling a mix of anger and worry. "How did he even get all these injuries?" he wondered aloud.

In the school parking lot, Ace sat in his car, still fuming with anger. He couldn't shake off the image of Marcel kissing Aria. His hands clenched into fists, and he punched the steering wheel, trying to release his pent-up anger.

In class, Aria's mind wandered, thinking about what had happened earlier. She was grateful that Ace had saved her from Marcel, but she was worried about what Ace might do next.

After school, Aria rushed to Ace's classroom, looking for him. When she couldn't find him, she made her way to the parking lot.

As she approached Ace's car, she called out to him. "Ace!"

Ace looked up, his eyes still flashing with anger. "Come in, let me take you home."

Aria got into the car, worried about Ace's state of mind. "Ace, are you okay?" she asked carefully.

Ace replied curtly, "Yes."

As they drove home, Aria kept glancing at Ace, worried about his injuries. "Ace, you're injured," she said, noticing the bruises on his hands.

Ace grunted, "Oh."

Aria's eyes widened in concern. "Ace, stop the car."

But Ace kept driving, ignoring her request.