186.14 cm of Pure Genius Chapter 2

I was so angry I wanted to slap him.

Just as I raised my hand, the bus hit a red light.

The bus driver was wild.

No slowing down, just a hard brake right at the line.

Before my slap could land on Brad's face, I spun 180 degrees uncontrollably, nearly flying into the lap of the guy sitting next to us.

The guy had headphones on and his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Most of his face was covered by a mask; his eyelashes were long and thick, resting quietly.

Thankfully, I gripped the handrail tight, avoiding intimate contact.

Just as I steadied myself, Brad spoke again.

"If that's what you think, I can't help it."

"We should take a break and cool off."

"You choose."

At peak anger, I suddenly calmed down.

Heh. Trying to use a breakup to make me compromise?

Fine, let's break up. There are plenty of fish in the sea.

But I couldn't lose face and just let him win.

I laughed in anger.

Curling my lip, I tsked and shook my head helplessly: "Let's break up then. Out of the two of you, you're the only one with problems."

"What?" Brad froze for a second.

Realizing what I said, his face turned ugly.

"Joy, am I not enough? You have another man on the side?!"