Jasmine's POV Like a boiling rage, I can feel his anger. Probably from the way he is holding my hand so tightly as he continues to drag me out of the store.I am supposed to be the angry one. I don't know if he is just angry because of that man or if he is angry with me for even giving him an audience.That man just wanted to help. I can't help but feel sorry for him. I feel responsible for putting him in such a situation.When we get out of the store, he let go of my hand. Then there was another car beside the car which drove us here.Without sparing me a glance, I watch him throw orders around just the way he always does, in that authoritative regal voice.When he eventually turns to me, his eyes expressionless, he mutters. "Get into the car."With that, he stretches the credit card at me, making me look down at it before shifting my gaze back to his face, wondering where the hell he is going. Obviously, I am going home alone.Not wanting to get yelled at, I quickly take the card a
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