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?

met the officer’s skeptical gaze.

us the trouble of building a case against you,” the officer

hell were they arresting him instead of Sofia?!

confusion on Chase’s face, the officer held up an injury identification report in front of him. Soon, it clicked; no

prepared all

to hitting your girlfriend? Pathetic,” the officer spat coldly before turning to leave.

her apartment, Corynn

she noticed a car parked near her house. Elliot’s lone figure was standing next to it, orange embers

and walked over to him.

impersonal. It was as though she saw Elliot as

way she looked at him

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it’s not safe

incredulously. “Interesting take, but my safety isn’t your concern. What gives

on

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

with a hint of malice. “What should I call you now? My ex–boyfriend? No, that can’t be. It was just

us as