I Crashed His Car, Then He Crashed My Life Chapter 13

I Crashed His Car, Then He Crashed My Life Chapter 13

Not long after I walked out of the hotel with nry luggage, I blacked out.

When I woke up again, I was in a dark room.

Xavier was lying beside my bed.

Tenderness floated in his eyes, but beneath it was a cold, sinister darkness.

“Where is Grace going?”

“Does Grace not want me anymore?”

I looked at the chain around my ankle and fell into deep thought.

I gritted my teeth.

“Unlock it.”

His eyes were pitch-black, and his smile was terrifyingly faint.

“No.”

“Please don’t leave me, okay?”

I said, ”

e, he put a collar around his own neck and handed the leash to me.

don’t be mad anymore.”

aid, “…”

I had no moves left.

I could not hold back and slapped him.

“Are you insane?”

He nodded.

Then he held my hand and placed it against the other side of his face.

“This side too.”

“Does Grace feel better now?”

Completely impossible to reason with.

I pulled niy hand back, feeling like I was almost rewarding him by hitting him.

I rubbed my temples.

“I wasn’t planning to leave you.”

I saw him press his lips together, about to say something infuriating again.

So I tugged the leash in my hand.

“Shut up.”

My hand moved downward.

“Xavier, are you even capable?”

His eyelids trembled, and he calmly looked away.

“If you can’t, get out.”

He obediently stopped talking.

He only moved.

When he crawled out from under the blanket again, I groaned.

“No more.”

The field was about to be plowed to pieces.

I smacked him irritably.

“Stop acting crazy.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you.”

“I like you, even though you’re an asshole.”

He pressed up against me pitifully.

“Grace, I love you.”

“I really know I was wrong.”

“Forgive me, okay? Give me 1 more chance.”

I could not resist smacking him again.

He admitted his mistakes quickly, but changing was another matter.

A palm print had already appeared on his fair, handsome face.

Strangely, it looked good.

I sighed.

He was completely my type.

I’m hopeless.

A pretty face really is my fatal flaw.

If I could not have him, I would suffer for half a year.

So I ran away.

I left Xavier $9.

Because his technique was a little bad.

I also left a note with a final ultimatum.

I could forgive him.

But before I did, he had to earn his sister’s forgiveness first.

While sunbathing on Malibu Beach, I received a message from Sienna.

“I forgave him.”-

“It’s really me.”

“I’m not being threatened.”

“Voice message.”

“Ahhh, hurry up and take him away with that dog leash.”

I said, “?”

When Xavier found me, it just so happened that I had just sent away a good-looking guy who had asked for my contact information.

Seeing Xavier’s eyes darken again, clearly about to start acting up, I quickly threw myself into his arms.

“Baby, you’re amazing. You found me so quickly.’

“I missed you.”

Only then did I notice he had gotten thinner over the past few days.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, neither smiling nor not smiling, his tone sour.

“Really? How much?”

“If I’d shown up 1 secondater, Grace, were you going home with him for dinner?”

I kept smiling.

“Dinner, my ass.”

Xavier chose to ignore the last 2 words.

A faint curve appeared on his lips.

“Whatever Grace says.”

“What did the $9 mean?”

Sensing danger, I answered vaguely and tried to look for a chance to run.

The next second, the world spun.

He lifted me over his shoulder.

My butt took a slap.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“I’ll make sure Grace is satisfied.”

Later, he panted by my ear, playful and wicked.

“Grace, cry louder.”