Raphael stood there, stunned, but fully aware. There was no denying it.

He watched as Olivia ran into Dylan's arms.

She shoved Raphael aside and dashed away, only to halt after a few steps.

There stood Dylan, seemingly just arrived, yet likely having overheard everything.

Olivia's lips barely moved as she whispered, "Dylan."

Dylan looked down at her and reached out, gently touching her head.

"The food's ready. You go back and start eating. I need to use the restroom."

Olivia felt uneasy and tugged at Dylan‘s sleeve.

Dylan gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. “It's okay, just go."

As Olivia hesitated, looking back every few steps, she followed his advice.

Her submission to Dylan sparked jealousy in Raphael. Once she was out of sight, Raphael rolled up his sleeves, his voice low with challenge.

"What? Looking for a fight?"

Dylan casually loosened his collar and turned his neck, a smirk playing on his lips. "I've been putting up with you for too long."

Now that he was Olivia's boyfriend, he felt compelled to stand up for her. If he didn't stand up for his girlfriend when she was harassed, what kind of man did that make him?

Raphael, undeterred and itching for a confrontation, felt a surge of aggression.

The restroom door was locked from the inside.

Occasionally, the sound of scuffles and muffled groans leaked out.

Blood stained the white floor tiles.

The commotion was so intense that the restaurant manager hurried over.

Unable to open the door, he had no choice but to call the police. By the time the officers arrived, it was already thirty minutes later, and the fight was nearly over. Both men were battered.

Dylan wiped his lips, looking at Raphael. “You're tougher than I thought."

Raphael snapped back, "You're not so bad yourself."

They were evenly matched. Initially, nobody was particularly eager, but then Olivia arrived. She whispered Dylan's name and approached to examine his injury.

At that moment, Raphael's complexion turned ashen.