Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 243

Nicholas went silent, brushing her hand away from his face.

Scarlette felt the sting on her hand but shrugged it off. She stepped out of the car and moved to the driver's seat. "I'll drive you home. You're the CEO now, you shouldn't be gallivanting around by yourself. The Greenard family has a lot of eyes on them, and you could be in danger."

Nicholas sat in the back, a reckless feeling bubbling up inside him.

"Why not just let me die? I'm not interested in living anyway."

The car came to a screeching halt. Scarlette gripped the steering wheel tightly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Nicholas caught the flicker of concern in her eyes and flashed a sly grin. "Ah, so you do care if I die."

Scarlette turned to glare at him, ready to let loose, but the wildness in his eyes held her back. She just said, "Let me take you home."

"I'm not going home."

"Then I'll drop you at the office."

"I don't want to go there either."

Her patience was wearing thin, and she finally gave in. "You can't come to my place."

"What, already moved in with him? Should I start calling him 'brother-in-law,' or would that be awkward?"

"Nicholas!!"

brakes, her face flushing

"Break up with him."

"If you want me off your back, break up

a few moments, then turned to face him. "I'm bringing him to meet the Greenard family in a

tone suddenly light. "Alright, if things go south, I'll just tell the Greenard family elders that I've shared a

was known as a living nightmare to outsiders, and she

driving on without a

"Not going to the Greenard family, just drop me at

was calm, almost icy.

down, quiet for the rest of the

apartment complex. As she

their years of friendship. She turned slowly. "Go home, put some ice on your face, and don't come looking for me

I

wary

Nicholas yanked her back into

reckless abandon,

hand to slap

ahead, slap me. It'd just be icing

with someone so shameless left her feeling

was a powerhouse in the business world, she was at a loss with

and nibbling downwards, only releasing her

clothes,

clear of her in such a mood, but Nicholas just leaned in, planting a firm

to meet the Greenards? I can't promise I won't make a