I Crashed His Car, Then He Crashed My Life Chapter 11

I Crashed His Car, Then He Crashed My Life Chapter 11

I almost failed to get up for my 8 a.m. class.

In my heart, I cursed Xavier, that menace.

After stumbling sleepily through 2 classes, I walked out of the classroom and ran into Mason, the tall club

sports captain.

I greeted him politely as usual.

But he lowered his head and detoured around me like he had seen a ghost.

I was confused.

After finishing my final lab, I walked out of campus under the night sky.

Thinking of Xavier waiting at home with dinner made, I chose to take a shortcut.

The alley near Westwood Village had a strange smell.

I instinctively quickened my steps.

A drunk guy suddenly appeared in front of me and blocked my path.

His eyes were vicious, and he reached out to grab me.

“Hey, pretty girl. Want to have some fun?”

I turned and ran.

He ripped part of my sleeve.

Only when I saw Xavier running toward me in the distance did I call out and throw myself into his arms.

He caught me and held me very tightly.

“Grace, I’m late. Don’t be scared.”

He wanted to act, but I pulled him away.

He looked toward the drunk guy chasing behind me.

The drunk guy trembled uncontrollably and stumbled away.

When we got home, I was truly unlucky and badly frightened today.

I complained to Xavier and poked his chest muscles absentmindedly.

He responded to every sentence.

Suddenly, he caught my restless hand and lowered his head to kiss me.

His voice was hoarse to the extreme.

“Grace is really killing me.”

My highly tense nerves finally relaxed.

I fell asleep quickly.

Half-awake, I got up to use the bathroom.

When I opened the door, I heard faint movement from the balcony.

I quietly walked over.

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Under the dim moonlight, the boy had a thin, cold smile at his lips, his eyes icy and vicious.

He ordered into the phone, “Break one of his hands. Let him learn.”

I rubbed my ears, thinking I must have heard wrong.

“Xavier, what are you talking about?”

He paused, hung up, and sighed.

Then he touched my head.

“Why are you awake? Scared?”

“Baby, bad guys should be punished, shouldn’t they?”

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

The smile on his face was still perfect.

But my scalp prickled.

I pretended to stay calm and ran back to the bedroom.

When I received Sebastian Shaw’s invitation, I hesitated.

Until he said he was bringing me something from Sienna.

I went out without hesitation.

Inside a Beverly Hills restaurant, Sebastian Shaw sat across from me in an impeccable suit.

His shirt was buttoned all the way to the top.

He instructed the server to replace the wine with water and hand it to me.

Then he gut straight to the point.

“It’s nice to meet you, Gráse.”/

“This is the gift Sienna asked me to bring you.”

I thanked him.

Then I asked, “Is everything okay with her? She feels a little strange lately.”

Sebastian set down his knife and fork elegantly.

“Why do you say that?”

Before his words had even fully faded, I saw a familiar figure not far away.

I had not told Xavier I was going out today.

For some reason, I felt guilty.

The moment our eyes met, his gaze seemed soaked in ink, dark and unreadable.

Seeing that he was about to walk over, I used the excuse of going to the restroom and temporarily left.

Then I pulled him aside.

Inside a closed, empty private room, I was just about to explain.

Xavier looked at me, his eyes deep.

“Grace, you’re mine.”

He gripped my waist tightly and buried his face in my neck, rubbing softly.

“You’re mine.”

I pushed at him.

“Listen to me.”

He suddenly let out a soft scoff, his voice carrying an indescribable chill.

“That bastard trying to seduce baby deserves to die.”

I said, “??”

I tried to reason with him.

“You can’t say that.”

He did not listen.

He only looked at me stubbornly.