Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Meanwhile, the man uttered a cry of disbelief before staggering backward, his eyes widening with astonishment. He had never
anticipated that someone as unassuming as Slevin could possess such extraordinary strength. "What are you doing? How dare
you attack me! I'll report you to the police!" the man shouted.
Slevin confidently shook his hand, displaying no trace of fear on his face. "Okay. Go on. Let's see who the police will arrest later,"
he retorted, his voice laced with defiance.
As the man's face contorted with a range of emotions, he mulled over his options, seeking a way to retaliate for being struck.
Then, he swung his fists to unleash his anger and get even with Slevin, intending to physically harm him. To his astonishment,
the man's attempt to strike Slevin was futile, as he could not land a blow. In a swift and decisive move, Slevin responded with a
powerful kick, sending the man hurtling through the air.
"Aah!"
The man crashed to the ground, writhing in pain as the agony coursed through his body. He groaned in pain, his words strained
with indignation. "How dare you hit me! Don't you know who I am?"
Slevin's expression turned cold as he glanced at the shouting man. The once-present smile on his face had vanished and was
replaced by a solemn and stern demeanor. After that, he responded to the man's outburst, "That has nothing to do with me. All
you need to know is that if you ever dare start trouble again, I will never let you off this easily."
Furious, the man scanned his surroundings and noticed the two other men standing nearby, seemingly dazed and unable to offer
assistance. He begrudgingly got up and pushed himself slowly off the ground when he realized he had no immediate aid. "In that
case, tell me, what is your name?" he demanded.
"Slevin Damazio."
Nonetheless, the man burst out laughing upon hearing the name. "Does the Damazio Family even have a Slevin? Don't tell me
you're the son of some mistress, right?"
The man's mind raced with thoughts, questioning the legitimacy of Slevin's claim to the Damazio Family name. His knowledge of
the Damazios and their widespread fame led him to believe he knew every family member, yet Slevin's name did not ring a bell.

The man concluded that Slevin must not be a legitimate Damazios. He also believed that if Slevin dared to position himself as a
hero, then the truth of his identity should be exposed.
On the other hand, the word "mistress" resonated through the air, leading to murmurs and whispers among the crowds.
Suddenly, Slevin's lips curled into a grin again, but there was an eerie and unsettling quality this time.
The man, feeling an uncomfortable chill run down his spine, couldn't help but be affected by Slevin's unsettling grin, so he asked,
"Why are you smiling? What is there for you to laugh at?"
"Do you know the price you'll pay for saying that?"
As the man's fear became evident through his shrinking back, he attempted to maintain a facade of strength and defiance. "If I
say no, what will you do? Will you have someone kill me?"
However, Slevin scoffed and replied, "Death will be letting you off easy. I want you to live a life worse than death."
When the fear coursed through the man's veins, he couldn't shake off the unnerving realization that Slevin's demeanor and
actions held severe consequences. The impact of the blows he received from Slevin further intensified his apprehension.
Uncertain about whether Slevin's presence was good news or bad news for him, the man's instincts urged him to escape from
the situation.
While glancing at the two men who had accompanied him, the man conveyed through gestures that it was time to retreat and
leave. Moreover, the presence of the growing crowd added to their desire to disengage and depart swiftly. Hence, they promptly
grabbed their stuff and stood up.
"Fine. We'll end things here today. Since you refuse to give me a proper answer, we'll be back another day to settle this!"
After saying this, the man turned around to leave, but his path was abruptly blocked by a group of men dressed in black. Their
appearance resembled seasoned hired muscle, and the intensity of the hatred emanating from their eyes shocked him,
amplifying his fear and making him feel trapped. The man then shouted, "What do you want?"

In the meantime, Elspeth observed the unfolding scene from behind the crowd, her eyes filled with confusion and curiosity.
These men are not mine. Could it be Slevin's? At this thought, she immediately felt a chill run down her spine. As she noted the
surprising facts, she realized that her knowledge of Slevin was not as extensive as she had believed.
"Oh, nothing much. We simply wanted to invite you to join us for a casual tea gathering."
With a casual wave of Slevin's hand, the group of men in black sprang into action, swiftly closing in on the three unsuspecting
men, ready to capture them.
"What are you doing? This is a public venue!"
The man harbored doubts about Slevin's intentions, as the presence of numerous onlookers made it seem unlikely that he would
take any action. However, Slevin's indifference toward being observed hinted that he didn't care about the potential witnesses to
his actions.
As the realization slowly crept into the man's mind, he began to understand that even the police might not have the audacity to
apprehend Slevin. A wave of true terror surged through his veins, causing him to collapse to his knees with a resounding thud.
Witnessing his sudden submission, the two men who accompanied him promptly followed suit, dropping to their knees in sync.
"Please, sir! I'm begging you, kind sir! I'm so sorry, Mr. Damazio. I should not have challenged you. Please have mercy!" The
man kowtowed over and over as he begged.

However, Slevin remained unmoved by their pleas, his expression unyielding. "Can you repeat what you just said? I believe I
misheard something about being born to a mistress."
The man on the ground awkwardly smiled while tears shimmered in his eyes. "No, there was no mistress and no child. I was just
joking—"
"Joking?"
"Oh, no. It wasn't a joke. I misspoke. I'm so very sorry."
Slevin's smile widened, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Since you know you had misspoken, shouldn't you be
punished for doing something wrong?"
The man trembled, his voice quivering as he asked, "W-What punishment?"
"I don't know either. Let's see what I feel like then," Slevin responded dismissively. His lack of interest in engaging further with the

man was evident as he raised his hands, signaling his men to swiftly seize and drag the three men away.
The rapid sequence of events stunned the crowd, struggling to process the unexpected twists and turns. Yet, with a single
sidelong glance from Slevin, he effortlessly compelled the onlookers to avert their gaze as if they had witnessed nothing. They
pretended to be oblivious to the extraordinary scene unfolding before them. Gradually, the crowd dispersed, leaving behind a
quiet aftermath.
Afterward, Slevin returned to Elspeth's side, his smile radiant and seemingly innocent. "So, how did I do? Did I resolve the
problem successfully?" he inquired, seeking validation.
Elspeth sighed and rested a hand on her forehead. "No comment. You brought in a large group of men for support right in front
of everyone. Now I'm genuinely concerned that you might get arrested or interrogated."
He chuckled heartily. "You don't have to worry about that. Things will be fine as long as the matter is resolved. This had nothing
to do with you anyway, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Still, no matter what, thank you."
Slevin nodded, satisfied with her response. "Since you understand that I helped you, should you not properly consider a
partnership between us?"
Elspeth solemnly looked at him and asked, "I need to understand why you insist on partnering with me. There are countless
things you're capable of doing on your own. It seems like you don't even require my assistance." His demonstrated strength
suggests that he could easily defeat the Damazios single-handedly. Even if he is not as strong as others, he does not need a
partner.
"That's because I don't want to be your enemy, Miss Lynwood." His reply was heavy with implications.
After carefully pondering Slevin's response, a sudden realization struck Elspeth like a lightning bolt. "You're concerned that I
might collaborate with the Damazios, right?"