“Argh! You piece of sh*t! Let me down!!!”

Vincent ground his teeth, “You just don’t know when to stop! I heard your stomach grumbling and was planning on

taking you out to dinner from the kindness of my heart. And here you are saying I’m riddled with disease! Fine then,

if I’m sick, I’m taking you down with me!”

He picked up the pace. No matter how Rachel struggled, she could not break free. She was also afraid that he

would drop her. Vincent arrived at his car and tossed her unceremoniously into the backseat.

The crowd who had gathered to watch were following them. They stopped somewhere far enough to be

inconspicuous but also close enough to see if the car would shake.

Rachel eyed him warily. He was fuming, and she trembled in fear. “What… What do you think you’re doing?

Vincent, you’ve lost your mind!!!”

Vincent gritted his teeth. “Yes, I think I have lost my mind to let a woman talk to me in this manner!”

Her eyes widened. She slowly sat up when she saw that he was not moving toward her. She inched toward the car

door.

Before she could reach the door, Vincent slammed it shut. He quickly got into the driver’s seat, locked the doors,

and started the car.

Rachel was stumped.

She stared at him in fear, “Where are you taking me?!”

Her question was met with silence. Vincent continued to drive while ignoring her.

He sped down the road. Even though his driving skills could not compare to Elisa, he was still considered an

extremely proficient racecar driver!

Rachel hurried to fasten her seatbelt. She gripped the seat in front of her tightly and took a deep breath.

Suppressing the oncoming panic attack, she tried to get his attention. “Vincent! There’s no hate between us! This is

all because we have been fighting over something precious to both of us. We need to talk this out! There’s no way

we can settle this by force!!”

Rachel was deathly afraid that he would do something to her.

But… Just as she was imagining the possibilities of him taking her to his apartment or a hotel… He parked in front of

a restaurant?

Rachel was confused. She gawked at the restaurant sign and then turned to stare at Vincent. Her confusion was

written all over her face.

Vincent laughed sardonically when he saw her expression from the rearview mirror. “What? Did you really think I

would rape you?”

His taunt shook Rachel to her senses. “Vincent!” She said through clenched teeth.

“Get out! We’re going to get some food.” Vincent snorted.

Rachel’s ears felt hot to the touch. Everything he said just seemed to strike a nerve within her. Was she supposed to

eat just because he told her to?

Rachel stepped out of the car without a word. She didn’t even glance at Vincent before walking in the opposite

direction.

Vincent had taken a couple of steps before realizing that something was wrong. He turned to see Rachel standing

at the side of the road waving down a cab. His expression grew stormy.

“That d*mned woman!!”

He spat out before striding toward her. Before the cab could stop, Vincent grabbed her wrist and dragged her away

from the curb. The cab driver swore under his breath and continued driving, not slowing down.

Rachel fumed as she watched the cab drive off.

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