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.

over his suit. Another provocation? Not worth the risk. She didn’t feel

night had already settled

Caroline couldn’t shake the strange unease that crept

it, the more pissed off she became. Without thinking twice, she

hit him right in

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much as flinching, he kicked the

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Caroline shot back. “Why were you even at the restaurant? Were you following me? Or do you just have people watching my every

asking you questions,” he said

frowned. “What are you even

to work. She hadn’t even crossed

His voice was low, edged with

Caroline blinked.

never smiled like that when you’re having dinner with me,” he added, his tone

stared at him, stunned. Was he serious right

that costs thousands per meal–quite the place for a

her. Caroline stared at him

driving. The silent fury.

were speeding, throwing a tantrum, and acting like a complete maniac just because I

David didn’t answer.

itself,