I called out to stop the taxi driver, but he paid me no mind. Flooring the gas pedal, he sped off in a flash.

Seeing the taxi speeding away, I furiously whirled around and glowered at Justin. Argh! I’d finally gotten a taxi at this hour, yet it left because of him! Is he trying to make me walk home in the middle of the night?

“What the hell is your problem, Justin Xenakis? Why did you stop me from getting into the taxi?” I demanded in a near shout.

I glared at him, my gaze blazing with fire.

“I’ll drive you home, Anna. We can talk during the drive.”

Surprisingly, Justin wasn’t pissed off by my outburst. He reached out and took my hand, his gaze tender as he looked at me.

“No, thanks. I don’t need you to drive me home, I would much rather walk. Besides, I’ve already made it clear that there’s nothing to be said between us!” I bellowed, still enraged that he stopped me from getting into the taxi earlier.

“When did you become so stubborn, Anna? You used to be very gentle in the past.”

As my attitude became progressively worse, Justin frowned slightly as he regarded me, his voice colored with a hint of displeasure.

“As you said, it was in the past. Besides, I’m only gentle with my man. You’re no longer that anymore, so why should I still be gentle with you? What right do you have to demand that?” I blurted in a single breath.

At that moment, I found him truly ridiculous. What a f*cking joke! What right does he have to demand gentleness from me when we already broke up?

turned increasingly irate.

if you feel better saying all those things. We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down,” he murmured

with each other anymore! I’ve set him free

I have anything to say to

with him, I made to leave by circumventing him. However, he seemed determined to keep me there,

why can’t you talk to me nicely? We were once lovers, after all. Are you planning to talk to me in such an indifferent manner for

I was always the one who compromised in everything. Now, however, he was

time. We’re strangers now, so please don’t appear

verge of cursing him out. My God,

His face darkened considerably. After all, any man would likely be fuming at

“Anna…”

Fishing out my cell phone, I saw that it was a call from Michael. At once, shock engulfed me. Huh? Why

to pick up the

“Hello.”

so his gaze was now stained with fury. Meanwhile, I deliberately sweetened my voice

is your voice different? Are

the phone,

voice to talk to him, but he actually thought that I was having a sore throat? Don’t men love coquettish voices? Yet, he asked me such an idiotic question! Seems like his brain is

a bit of a sore throat just now. So, what’s up? Is

throat before speaking in my usual

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