Gazing upon the city that brought me endless pain, I could only muster a bitter laugh, never having imagined that I would return.
Not long after we had driven away, there was a loud bang.My car worth tens of thousands had collided with a multimillion-dollar Rolls-Royce. Suddenly, I felt as though I had stepped right into a cesspit.
Somehow, the Rolls-Royce looked familiar.
I exited my car, intending to discuss compensation with the owner of the luxury vehicle.
Seeing the familiar driver, my heart skipped a beat. He is Evan's driver,Evan must be inside the car! I had not anticipated such an abrupt reunion. Just by setting foot here, I had collided with him, completely unprepared for an encounter.
"Do you think you can escape?"
A voice, both familiar and foreign, called from behind me.
I shivered, quickly pulling open my car door. As I was about to get inside, a large hand reached out, slamming the door shut. Angrily glaring at him, I saw a heavily made-up, unrecognizable face in the apple of his eye.
Over these three years, I had grown accustomed to masking my true self with heavy makeup, hiding within a protective layer, reluctant to step out.
My initial panic faded, and I calmed down, realizing he might not recognize me in my current disguise.
"Can I help you, sir?" I asked, attempting to sound unfamiliar.
"You hit my car and now you want to run?" Evan’s words were icy and sharp.
I stepped back, increasing the distance between us. "How much do I owe you?"
"The lady is certainly generous, but why should I believe you’ll pay, especially with that piece of junk?" He patted my car, his tone dripping with disdain.
I frowned, aware I didn’t have enough money on me. Dealing with this man right after my return was irritating, and my tone grew sharper. "What exactly do you want?"
"Come back with me."
"That’s not possible." My heart raced as I defensively eyed Evan. Had he recognized me? I felt uneasy, my complexion paling.
"What are you thinking? I just mean to discuss the compensation," Evan raised an eyebrow, his gaze casually sweeping around, slightly arrogant. "If you prefer to negotiate here, that’s fine by me.Is it Ok for you?"
Seeing the long line of cars behind him, many drivers grew impatient and honking, some even exiting their cars to shout. I lowered my gaze and said in a distant tone, "Let’s find a place to talk…"
Before I could finish, Evan scooped me up. I instinctively shrieked, angrily glaring at him. "What are you doing?"
My body trembled with resistance and fear of this man. Being in his familiar embrace, smelling his scent, my heart ached once again.
Evan paused briefly, then stubbornly carried me toward his car.
With a slap, I struck Evan's face hard, defiantly saying, "Put me down."
"No," he replied, gazing deeply into my eyes.
Sitting in his car, my spirits sank to their lowest. I reassured myself repeatedly that he couldn't possibly recognize me behind the heavy makeup, yet I remained anxious.
Watching the familiar roads, was I really going back there? No, I don't want to. I pounded on the car window, shouting in panic, "Stop the car, I want to get out, stop the car…"
