Chapter 25 You Scumbag (2/2)
Feeling ashamed, Nina lifted her hands to her face to cover herself from all the glaring eyes.
She wasn't expecting such an awful experience today.
Even Isabella failed to take her down today. But she was defeated by a man she barely knew.
Her body trembled with rage.
Nina's silence unsettled John. ”What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of me?”
He wasn't far off. It seemed to be true to some degree.
Without saying anything more, John carried Nina to the private elevator, went straight to the garage, threw her into the back seat of his Rolls-Royce, and got into the car.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Henry was shocked and took a deep breath.
If he didn't breathe, he was going to pass out soon. This was all a bit too stressful for him.
How could John carry her to the car? Was he really that much of an animal?
Nina, however, said nothing. Her long hair draped over her face while she sat calmly with undulating breath.
It seemed that she had given up struggling.
John wasn't having it though. He was getting quite annoyed and ordered, ”Say something!”
The dim underground parking lot was packed full of cars. Nobody was around though, except for them.
There was dead silence in the car. A gust of cold wind blew in from the window.
The garage was so quiet that their own breathing was the only thing to be heard. Nina's rage seemed to fill the tight space of the car. The tension was palpable.
Nina didn't care what John had to say. She sat in the seat, brooding like a spoiled child. Her mind was filled with the feeling of John flinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
She never got that close to anyone except for her family, not even for a hug.
He was so despicable.
How dare he carry her!
She sat silent for what felt like an age.
There was an eerie silence in the car.
John wasn't too bothered about her covering her face, but as the silence drew on, he became more uneasy.
A few minutes later, he asked, ”Why are you angry?”
'Being carried like a bag would make anyone angry, right?'
Nina ignored him.
John was flabbergasted. He had no idea what to do. He wasn't used to being so powerless.
He took out a cigarette and anxiously smoked it. Discomfort was written all over his face.
Nina used to at least put up a fight before, but this was completely new to him. He hated not knowing what she was thinking.
He was panicking more than he even realized.
With every puff of the cigarette, he thought about how to make her talk.
He finally came up with a plan.
Nina choked in the cloud of smoke. She cursed him over and over again in her head.
Hearing her choking, John quietly flicked the cigarette out the window.
He coldly said, ”The video has been deleted.”
Nina thought for a while.
What was he going to say next?
She lifted her hand up to remove the hair in front of her forehead, puckered her lips and blew the hair away. Her bright eyes stared intently onward.
”So we're even?”
”Yes.” There was a bitter taste left in John's mouth.
His life used to be dull. Because of her, it became more interesting. But she was going to distance herself from him again.
He must do something.
”You have to do one thing first,” he said.