The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 122

Victoria was stunned for a moment before she turned to look at the hand’s owner. Christian was protecting her forehead with his hand, but he allowed his own head to crash on the front seat. There was a conspicuous red spot on his forehead, and she couldn’t help but think he hurt himself badly.

“I’m grabbing the seat to avoid crashing into the front seat. I wasn’t trying to protect you. Don’t delude yourself.” He tilted his head to cast her a quick glance before he drew his hand away. Curling his fingers as the tips grazed at each other, he could feel the faint heat from her body on them.

In the front seats, Janice rested one of her hands on her hip while another was pointing at Matthew, accusing him of his poor driving skills. Meanwhile, the man gestured at the cars in front of them with a resigned look, trying to explain. None of them had noticed what happened to the passengers in the back seats.

Even if Christian didn’t claim his stance, Victoria had never thought of another reason. She drew her gaze away and hummed in understanding before the silence hung in the air.

Before this, Christian was staring straight in front, but he couldn’t focus and his body was straightened up. Hearing her reply with only a hum, he furrowed his brows and dropped his shoulders. Leaning backward at the chair, he couldn’t make out the reason for the frustration building in his chest.

The accident in front wasn’t as serious as they thought. Since the car owners settled the matter between them, the flow of traffic began to smooth out like before.

At first, Janice would complain about the clients of the agency to Matthew. As she slowly shifted her focus to the mobile game on her phone and stopped talking, the car fell into silence.

The silence made the repressing atmosphere in the car ever more insufferable.

Sticking close to the door on her side, Victoria was feeling both mentally and physically uncomfortable as time passed at a slow pace. The car finally rolled to a stop, and she could already feel the soreness on her neck.

She reached out to the back of her neck and gave it a massage as she studied their destination before her, which was a street where restaurants of different cuisines were located.

“There are a few restaurants I’ll recommend to try out here. We can choose from the cajun shrimp, grilled fish, Sichuan cuisine, Japanese cuisine, or the noodle house. Which one do you like?” Matthew turned to Janice, his eyes full of tenderness.

She was already drooling and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. “Can I have all of them?”

He tapped her forehead with his fingers before he steered his attention toward Victoria. “Mis Coleman, the dinner is our token of apology to you, so you should decide our menu tonight.”

No lights were on inside the car when Victoria threw a glance at Christian’s injured leg from the corner of her eye. Among the dim lights, her lips curled in amusement as

the passengers in the backseats with a mocking look.

night after the sun went down. As the nightlife was yet to begin, there weren’t

bad news of all private rooms being occupied at the moment but they could choose to cater there without waiting at the cost of lack

with the suggestion without hesitation as she pointed to a

the corner seat, but she only

southeast.” Christian cast her a look before he headed toward the table for

it, so

anger and harrumphed to express her unwillingness before she joined Victoria to walk over there

When the group was ordering their food, Matthew threw

subconsciously, but she turned her attention back to the menu in front of her without

habit. You like French cuisine, my mother likes sweet and sour food, and…” He stopped for a moment and added

his words, he sneakily threw

Victoria knew the words were coming for her. There was no other meaning than implying that she wasn’t a special person in his

mockingly before she raised her head to the waiter and ordered the food, “Twelve creamy garlic scallops. More

garlic and couldn’t bear it even if he

usually was when he heard the order

you can finish

but her tone remained casual. “I’ll take them home if I can’t

food, a female voice that didn’t bother to hide her disdain from the exit reached them. “What kind of food can this shabby shop serve us?

was none other than

was none other than

they heard Bella’s gentle voice. “Scarlett, don’t you like Cajun Shrimp the most? Since this restaurant has good ratings,