Chelsca tried to wrestle from her captor. She poses and is ready for basic self-defense in this kind of situation.
"Stop struggling!"
She stopped resisting after she recognized the voice of this man.
"What the hell are you doing!?" She tried to move away, but he held her tightly.
"Why? Am I prohibited from seeing my wife?" he whispered to her ears.
His breath is hot; it tickles her shoulder, and the back of her neck down her spine gives her shivers.
"Shut up!" She bit her lower lip, her face is getting red, and her cheeks are getting hotter.
"Let's go." He began dragging her.
"Wait! Where do you want to take me!? I won't go with you!" She struggles once again.
Few people are passing by and now looking at them curiously.
"Come on, honey. Let's go home already."
Her mouth dropped to the ground. Lewey's arm was put around her waist and held tightly.
"Let me carry your bag," he took the bag from her hand while that fake sweet smile planted on his face.
"I fucking hate you." All she could murmur at him.
She wanted to tear that smile from his lips—what a bastard.
She ended up inside his car. He always rides his motorcycle, so it was surprising to see him driving a car around. To think, it was a Lamborghini. She wanted to tear up.
"What are you planning to do this time?" she asked irritably.
"What? Is spending time with my wife a sin? Isn't it a normal thing to be together?"
"Wife, my ass..." She can't stop sulking.
He chuckles, and that surprises her. She glanced at him, and she gasped how handsome he was. He even looks so cute.
No, no, no, no! No way! She shouldn't think he was cute or something like handsome. There's no way this evil guy could be cute!
"Wait, where are we going? Isn't this out of the city?"
"Yes. We will go to my villa."
"What!? No! Let me out! What you were thinking, asshole!? Bring me back to the city! "
"I can't do that."
"Yes, you will do it!"
"Whatever,"
He just ignored her. Instead, he stepped on the gas, and they ran even faster.
"If you plan to die, don't involve me with your crazy mind!"
"What are you talking about now? Dying young is the last thing on my mind. There's no way I would do that; I will enjoy my youth and grow old with you," he smirks, and she has no idea what he's happy about now.
Chelsca's mouth opens, looking at him confusedly. Grow old with you, my ass. She'll die young if she spends time with him every day.
"You should take a nap if you wanted. We will be there in less than an hour."
"I have a lot to do tomorrow! I have no time playing your silly games!"
"And who told you we're playing a silly game? How many times should I mention to you about a husband's rights to be with his wife?"
And a lot of things he said during their trip. Now she realized he's talking a lot more than usual.
Is he this talkative?
Well, before she could answer her question, she fell asleep.