Chapter 148

Simon didn’t know what had gotten into him, but frankly speaking, he didn’t care either.

If not for his men informing him about the incident last night—how they lost her after she got into Richard’s car—he wouldn’t have been able to come and get her.

Fuck! He was so pissed.

And it didn’t help the way she kept defending that fucking bastard.

Didn’t she know how it would make him feel if she continued to talk about her ex-husband in front of him, singing his praises as if he were some sort of saint?

Dammit! Didn’t she know Simon was possessive? How hard it already had been to stay away from her?

He had never been so mad at her, never.

But right now, he felt like dragging her into a cellar and locking her up.

He sighed. Of course, he would never do that to her—never drag her to a cellar.

Though he wasn’t quite sure about the locking-up part. If he wished to keep her safe and away from prying eyes, that seemed like the best thing to do.

“What do you mean my time is over?”

And there she was