I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 393

The rain poured heavier gradually. Queenie read the online articles, which were getting on her nerves.

Once the car halted in front of the hotel, she hurriedly entered the building with an umbrella. She covered her face with it throughout the whole walk and did not even keep her umbrella in the elevator.

Standing before the room Elliot informed her of, she stretched out her arm to ring the doorbell.

Soon, the door swung open, revealing Elliot, whose lower body was covered with a towel. He teased upon seeing her. "Not bad, you're quick."

She looked at him coldly. "Just what do you want?"

He scanned her from head to toe. "Let's talk inside. It's no fun standing here."

It was not until she entered the room that she kept her umbrella. Elliot walked toward the wine rack while welcoming his guest. "Have a seat."

Queenie's gaze trailed along with him and she sat on the couch in the living room.

A while later, he came out with two glasses of red wine before placing one of them in front of her.

"Nevertheless, congratulations on your win," said Elliot as he raised her wine glass for her.

Frowning, she smothered the repulsiveness and hatred in her. She took the glass from his hand and took a small sip under his watchful eyes. He was content with her reaction as he stared at her.

She put down the glass. "Tell me how much you want. I'll get it for you."

"No, no, no." He polished off his drink before seating himself next to her. "If I wanted money, I wouldn't have come to you. Miss Kramer is rolling in cash! As for the reason why I called you, it is to talk about some personal matters between us.

Saying that, he placed his hand on her thigh.

Queenie sprang to her feet. "Show some respect!"

He burst into laughter but soon put on a serious face. "You came to my room and you're talking about respect, huh?"

"I'm here because—" She was halfway through her words when the surroundings suddenly blurred out in her vision. Meanwhile, Elliot just sat there with a smile that deepened in malice.

Alarmed, she rooted around her bag for the knife with quivering hands. Even her voice was trembling uncontrollably. "G-Get away from me or I'll—"

Her reaction amused him instead of angering him. "Well, well, well. Seems like you're prepared. Didn't see this coming."

Queenie's head grew hazy and she found it difficult to stand still on her feet. He snatched the knife away with ease before pinning her onto the couch aggressively. "If that's the case, don't you blame me for this!"

A few hours later, the medicine finally wore off and so Queenie got up. After reaching for a cloth to cover herself, she picked up her phone to call the police.

Sitting beside her was Elliot, who narrowed his eyes while smoking. "Sue me if you want to."

Following that, he threw a phone in her direction. "The evidence is here. All you have to do is to file a lawsuit.

She bit her lip, for she did not expect him to record the entirety of it. He exhaled a puff of smoke before adding, "I'm a coward too. If I'm under interrogation, I'd be super nervous that I'd tell them everything that happened between us. I don't mind, but it'll be such a shame for you. It hasn't been long since you won the competition and yet, you're going to prison."

After a long silence, she began to put on her clothes. Just as she was going to leave, he piped up, "Relax. As long as you make sure that you're always one call away, I won't tell anyone about the video or competition."

Her body went stiff at that as her hands balled up into fists. Still, she could only rein back her anger and leave with his laughter ringing behind her.

…

From the hotel, Queenie did not head to her contemporary place but to her real home instead.

However, the route of the water-logged street could not be discerned due to the torrential downpour.

In sodden clothes and shoes, she trudged along the street until she arrived at the doorstep of her place. No matter how long she knocked onto the door, the only response she received was the pitter-patters, which showed no sign of stopping.

The knocking went on a while until it disturbed the neighbor. An old man in his sixties doddered out. It took him some time to recognize the person standing before him. "Oh, Queenie. Your father is out. You can stop that now."

She turned her head as rage seeped into her voice. "Where has he gone to?"

"He wasn't feeling well a while ago, so he went to the hospital. He hasn't been back since then."

"What about Ron?"

"Ron took your father to the hospital and didn't come back either." After saying that, he wheeled around and entered his house.

Queenie gazed at the potted plant, which grew under Leo's utmost care. The ire in her flared, prompting her to kick it against the wall and the pot smashed into pieces. As the soil covered the plant, it slowly lost its essence of vitality.

The old man next door looked back upon hearing the clanging noise. "Tsk tsk." He then shook his head and closed the door.