The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 294 ~SCARLETT~

I was pissed. I couldn’t believe Amy just did that to me. I wasn’t even after Carter. Why the hell was I her next target? She could have him.

I angrily searched the bag in the car for any spare clothes to wear over my tube top. I knew I should have something in here.

“What’s that on your chest?” Carter asks suddenly, his tone is alarming.

Everything stills around me at that one question—my chest.

What was on my chest?

You’re so freaking dumb, Scarlett!

How could I have forgotten about the love bites all over my chest?

I wore the damn thing to hide it in the first place. This was all Amy’s fault. If she hadn’t been such a jealous b***h, I wouldn’t be in this position.

I hide my chest with my arms and stare at him with a blank look.

“Scarlett?” He calls my name with panic. “Where did you get those marks from?”

I could see his mind racing as he tried to combine two and two. He was trying to figure out if I had lied about last night.

Does this mean that he was indeed drunk the entire time? He wasn’t messing with me earlier; he honestly couldn’t remember what he had done.

surprise on his face. I knew this

your business.”

a dangerous shade. I gasped when he

the Carter I was used to seeing. He’s never acted this way in the past for my sister or any other

“Who the f**k

I try to catch my

remember?” I ask him. “Were you drunk last

time since I knew Carter, I saw deep fear in his eyes. Why did my question terrify

lock your windows, did you?”

and he used his index

“Answer me.” He growls.

shook my head. “I

demands. “I asked you to keep the blasted window closed. Why the f**k did you not

to listen to every word that you say to me, Carter. You and

He shouts. “I said

hell are you trying

down on my shoulders and pulls me closer to

“W-what?”

you from me.” He growls. “You have no f*****g clue what

awake last night. I knew exactly what he was capable

capable of, Carter.” I hiss.

know how to explain what

are on my neck, “tell me. What did I do to you,