Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0133

I pressed my palm on the partition, willing it to swallow me as Mark intently stared at me in silence, the rage on his face made my heart skip beats. I could almost hear the fast beating of my heart as I tentatively watched him, panicked.

"You're in the lady's restroom," I uttered helples. Perhaps, he'd get to his senses, realize he was where he wasn't supposed to be and leave but he just gave me a blank look.

"I'm well aware," his voice came out low as though he was refraining from lashing out.

say to break

I swallowed and my mind raced as I tried to come up with what to the silence and hopefully make him leave. His stare was getting uncomfortable, it made me want to run far away from him and tuck myself safely in Lucas' arms.

And didn't Lucas say he'd keep an eye on him? Why didn't he call me when he was coming?

"You hung up on Bella," I said very causiously, hoping none of my rapidly thought dialogues wouldn't further anger him.

"I do not give a fuck who I hung up on," he snarled and his hold on my arm tightened.

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Of course, I thought. He doesn't care. If he could be so mad that he would barge into the women's restroom then he must not give any fucks right now. He really had nothing else to care about.

I shouldn't have left Lucas' side, I thought regretfully. I had thought the restroom would be a safe refuge till I could run from here but it turned out to be the least safe place. There was no one here, to make him bridle his anger, no one to stick to my side whenever he approached me. It was just me, who is scared to the bones and Mark, who is raving mad.

out of here.

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interrupted mk.

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Then I contemplated if she talk to him about the bracelet. But

decided against

i etarted to pullat his hands that was on my

and we can

he blurt out then he swiftly took my hands and each of his hand wrapped against my wrists and pinned them against the partition

frantically pulled my hands but his hands were as tight as a vise. "Mark, let me

hand pinning my wrists there. Since it was just one of his hand, pulled against it again, hoping that I would be able to get

pressed his body to mine and traced the neckline of my dress, his fingers slowly abandoning the

moving to the

off me and managed out quite sternly. "For fuck's sake, get

I said, he only pressed himself to me, such that I was sardined between him and the thin wall of the partition

the last time we spoke? His

at the

of yesterday but before I could remember the one he was referring to, he inched impossibly closer, freezing

remembered but I didn't

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