Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 74

One of them reached out, and my gase hardened as I watched his hand approach. Just as I was about to retaliate, a strong hand seized the one reaching for me.

In one swift move, the guy who had been ride to me was tossed over his shoulder and slammed onto the ground. There was a loud thod, and the surrounding crowd fell silent.

I looked up to see Ethan's grim expression. "Who else wants to say something stupid?"

Ethan had been in the spotlight since he began at St. Nicholas University. He was not only good-looking and wealthy but also academically successful

His relationship with Leah was widely covered, so many people were familiar with him and his affluent family background.

At that moment, most people lost interest and quickly dispersed. Maybe too much time had passed as the delivery person had already left the flowers and vanished

Then, Ethan grabbed my wrist and rugged me toward the exit. I had no idea what he was planning, but I'd had enough of being the center of attention lately. I really didn't want any more drama.

I tried to pull away and said, "Ethan, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

walking. He didn't let go until we reached his car. Then, he opened the door of his Maserati and showed me inside. Immediately after he pushed me in, I reached for

where we were headed. The car surged forward, pushing me back into

as he verred off the main road and onto the

pushed to its limits, and the sensation of weightlessness filled me with terror.

down! I

natural fear gripped me. I stared at the scenery flashing by, tears

to die. In my previous life, things hadn't gone as planned. I had been in a car accident at the peak of my youth and died with

escape that jerk and Eve for myself.

from the comer of my eye and turned to Ethan. Through gritted teeth, I

words. Finally, he glanced at me and said

was speechless.

his driving. Despite his reckless speed in the Maserati, 1 was certain he wouldn't let us crash on this

had been a race car driver in my previous life, which

efforts, my tightly gripped hands betrayed