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!"

hadn't heard me and kept 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 the door handle. However, Ethan instinctively told me, "Don't bother trying. The doors are

were headed. The car surged forward, pushing

he verred off the main road and onto the highway. "Where

sensation of weightlessness filled me with terror. 1 gripped the

slow down! I

me.

In my previous life, things hadn't gone as planned. I had been in a car

that jerk and Eve for myself. I wasn't going to throw

the tears that had escaped from the comer of my eye and turned to Ethan. Through gritted

glanced at me and said nonchalantly,

speechless. Damn

he was confident in his driving. Despite his reckless speed in the Maserati, 1 was certain he

had been a race car driver in my previous life,

and letting him take over. Despite my efforts, my tightly gripped hands betrayed my nervousness