Pampering The Ex-Wife 23

"What do you want now?"

Catherine stood up abruptly, the blister on her foot bursting, causing her to wince in pain. But that was nothing compared to the fear the man before her instilled.

Why had Gabriel come back?

Gabriel noticed her foot, a flicker of pity crossing his eyes, but it quickly vanished.

Hmph, if she hadn’t been so stubborn, he wouldn’t have left her stranded. She brought this on herself.

"Get in the car," Gabriel ordered.

Of course, Catherine refused. Once her taxi arrived, she would leave immediately.

But Gabriel didn’t need her consent. He approached, grabbed her elbow, and pulled her into the car. The café owner wanted to call for help but was too frightened by his cold, deadly gaze to utter a word.

"Where are you taking me? Didn’t I already tell you I slept with another man? I’ll tell you now, I won’t just sleep with one person, but several at once if I feel like it. So what? If you’re disgusted, just let me go."

Catherine yelled continuously in the car, every word