#Chapter43
I sit in shock. Mouth wide open, all the missing pieces coming in place.
Of course.
That's how he can afford it all, he probably has much more money left somewhere. I wouldn't be surprised if he owned a house somewhere in California.
That's why he was gone. That's why he replied only when I said I'll call the police!
Those guys are probably in the same business.
Oh my god, I'm in love with a criminal.
Tears break out, and I begin to hysterically cry, whole body shaking.
Panic sets in Axel's eyes and he stands up, knocking over the chair he was sitting on.
/"No, no, no, don't cry, please./" he whispers, his hands wiping away my tears as I ugly-cry in front of him, kneeling in front of my chair. »I hate it when you cry.«
And then, the sadness turns into anger.
