My Birthday, My Downfall novel Chapter 89

His logic was so ridiculous I didn't even want to respond.

Why did my ex-boyfriend care what I did now?

Did dating me come with some kind of post-breakup customer service package?

"Answer me." His voice dropped lower, insistent. "Do you like him?"

I was done. "Yeah, I do. Satisfied? Now, can you leave?"

Sean's fists clenched, veins bulging at his neck.

For a moment, I thought he was going to start a fight.

But he merely stared at me in silence for a few seconds before breaking into a careless smirk.

"Fine, Hannah. You've got guts.

"But remember—this hotel is mine.

"If anyone's leaving, it's going to be the two of you."

Then, he tilted his head and gave me a wicked smirk.

He was serious.

His sheer shamelessness left me momentarily speechless.

So much so that I failed to notice the storm still swirling in his eyes.

Gerald still wasn't steady enough to drive, so his assistant came to pick him up.

Feeling guilty, I saw him off and gave a solemn wave.

"Mr. Lloyd, I'm really sorry… And, well, goodbye."

Leaning back against the seat, Gerald turned his head slightly to smile at me. His voice was warm yet serious.

"Miss Lawrence, goodbye."

Yeah.

This goodbye probably meant we'd never see each other again.

I never thought a blind date could go this badly.

Booking a hotel room only to have my ex-boyfriend kick me out—this had to be a first in history.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I pulled up my chat with Gerald and hesitated before typing.

"Mr. Lloyd, today I really…"

Apologize?

I'd already said "sorry" too many times today. I didn't even have the face to say it again.

"Forget it, I'll just leave it and move on."

Sighing deeply, I turned to leave the underground parking lot, heading outside to catch a ride home.

But just as I turned around, I suddenly realized—

Someone was standing not far behind me.

I gasped, my fingers trembling, a scream escaping my lips.

Before I could react, Sean stormed up to me, grabbed my wrist, and pinned me against the cold wall.

Then, he lowered his head and kissed me fiercely, swallowing my startled cry.

"Mmph—!"

My hands were firmly restrained, my struggles useless.

So I bit down hard on his lip.

The sharp taste of blood spread instantly.

Sean winced but didn't back away.

He still held me in place, arms locked around me like steel.

Ignoring the blood seeping from his lips, he looked into my eyes, his voice low and demanding.

"Did you enjoy kissing him? Was it thrilling?

"Is he better than me? Did it feel better than kissing me?"

Furious, I turned my head away, refusing to answer.