I looked at Michael apprehensively, clueless of how I could convince him that everything between Justin and I was over.

He gave me a cold stare, uttering no words, and stepped on the gas.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as I gripped the handles, fearing that the car would skid off the road at high speed.

My face turned ashen as I stared in front of me anxiously. Michael turned to glance at me and slowed down a bit, probably because he sensed how terrified I was.

Even so, he still looked grim, paying no heed to me after that. I kept my head lowered as though I was a kid feeling guilty of a wrongful deed.

After all, Justin was my ex-boyfriend. It was normal for Michael to be infuriated, although Justin was the one bothering me.

Nonetheless, I was clueless as to why Justin would contact me again all of a sudden. I trailed behind Michael when we reached home. He turned and left after opening the door. Astounded by the abruptness, I had wanted to call out to him to hold him back, but he had walked far away.

feeling annoyed, I was down in the dumps as I racked my brain about how I could convince him to believe me. I sat on the couch in the living room and waited for Michael to be home. He had promised to marry me and form a sweet

he would be back again. As time elapsed, I could not resist feeling anxious. There was still no sign of him. I took out my phone, wanting to call Michael. But it was

me in hot water today, I was irritated and my heart was filled with hatred. If not for his sudden appearance, others would not have taken the photo and sent it to Michael. At that thought, I changed my mind to answer

the moment I heard his voice. “Justin, I’ve made

snapped at him, turning a deaf ear to Justin’s gentleness. I must make myself clear today. I must not let him continue to be a hand grenade between Michael

appear in front of me ever again. Goodbye!” I wrapped up the conversation and hung up right away, sick of my

the simmering fury within myself. Even though I had vented my frustration at Justin, my heart sank when I thought about the strained relationship between Michael and

a tizzy. I could barely wait for him to pick up the call. However, things did not turn out as expected. The line on

guesses as to why he refused to answer my

to call him again, but the line went dead as he hung up on me again. Deep down, I could not explain

to make a second attempt. However, at that moment, I could not control myself from trying to reach him. Since he refused to answer my call, I sent him a

a long time. Even so, there was no response from him, not even a simple text message. As Michael was rather impatient, I knew he would be

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