He Regretted Kicking Me And Our Babies Away by David Ellison

Chapter 389 Who Was the Man at Dinner?

Caroline slowly opened her eyes.

Finished

The car was already parked in Ellison Residence’s garden. The moment she took in her surroundings, dizziness hit her like a wave. The world seemed to spin.

She pushed herself out of the car, gripping the door for balance. But the moment she took a step, nausea overwhelmed her. Clutching the door with one hand and pressing the other against her chest, she bent over and vomited.

That reckless driving–how could anyone endure it?

She retched until there was nothing left, her body drained, her mouth coated with a bitter, burning aftertaste. It took a long moment before the nausea subsided, leaving her weak, shaky, and utterly drained.

David stood a few feet away, leaning lazily against the hood of the car, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

Caroline inhaled deeply, her legs feeling like they could give out at any moment. She wanted to head inside, but even walking felt like too much effort.

Instead, she glared at him.

“That’s all it took to wear you down?” His voice was calm, almost amused. “Your tolerance is pathetic.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She snapped.

“Just a drive,” he said smoothly. “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

She let out a sharp laugh. “Well, thanks, but no thanks.”

Grabbing a water bottle from the car, she rinsed her mouth, fighting the overwhelming urge to spit the water right at him.

For a split second, she really considered spitting the water right at him.

She wanted to.

Badly.

But she held back.

had already pissed him off earlier when she spilled milk all over his suit. Another provocation? Not worth the risk. She

had

unease that crept in after dark–especially when David

became. Without thinking twice, she grabbed the water bottle and hurled

It hit him right in

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so much as

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“Why were you even at the restaurant? Were you following me? Or do you

asking you questions,” he

frowned. “What are you

evening had been spent handling Cameron’s visit, fully dedicated to work. She hadn’t even crossed paths with David, let alone done anything

dinner with.” His voice was low,

Caroline blinked.

like that when you’re having dinner with me,” he added, his

him, stunned. Was he serious right

costs thousands per meal–quite the place for a romantic

stared

The silent

a tantrum, and acting like a complete maniac

David didn’t answer.

in itself, was