Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love

Chapter 42 Meet Him Again

“What the fuck?!”

The shocked exclamation abruptly shattered the quiet of the night.

Chase gripped the iron bars with both hands, glaring furiously at the police officers standing ostade. I’m the one who reported the crime! Can’t you see? I’m the victim here! Why are you arresting mezer

“Do you hear yourself? You’re not even injured. Do you know the consequences of filing a false report one

officer snapped back, whacking his baton against the iron bars angrily.

The audacity of this man! This jerk had the nerve not only to beat his girlfriend but also to accuse her of beating him. Although the officer thought it was karma, he knew he couldn’t say that aloud.

Chase’s body still ached from the countless blows he had received. There was no way he hadn’t been hurt

“Are you fucking kidding me? I really was beaten by my girlfriend! Look!” He rolled up his sleeves and held out his bare arms, only to find no visible marks on his body.

Eyes wide in disbelief, he rolled up his pant legs and hiked up his shirt, but there were still no signs of braising He ran his fingers through his hair in distress, beginning to doubt his own sanity. How could there be no marks

at all?

and met the officer’s skeptical gaze.

reported your own self. Saved us the trouble of building a

hell were

confusion on Chase’s face, the officer held up an injury identification report in front of

had prepared all this

coldly before turning to leave. “You’d better watch what you

dropping Sofia off at her apartment, Corynn headed home.

near her house. Elliot’s lone figure was standing next to it, orange embers of his cigarette glowing in

her car and walked over to him. “You’re

gaze impersonal. It was as though she saw Elliot as a total

way she

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cigarette and murmured, “It’s late, it’s not safe for you

incredulously. “Interesting take, but my safety isn’t your concern. What gives you the right to say that to

looked at him on the night they had held each other so intimately. Yet now, she was at his throat.

lips, only to recall that he had thrown his cigarette into the trash can

him so out of it, Corynn laughed again, this time with a hint of malice. “What should I call you now? My ex–boyfriend? No, that can’t be. It was just a casual

us as