My Birthday, My Downfall novel Chapter 92

I froze for a moment, turned my head to look at the overly bright view outside the window, and suddenly felt my eyes sting.

That evening, I posted on my Instagram for the first time in a while.

The caption read. Ding! The cold has been defeated.

The picture was of the clear sky and the floor-to-ceiling windows.

What I didn't expect was that the next day, when I went downstairs after my cold was better, I ran into Sean.

The blue Maserati was parked right at the exit of the building, blocking 99% of the road.

Neighbors gathered in twos and threes not far away, pointing and murmuring, their faces full of indignation.

But Sean's expression was really awful, so awful that it looked like he was coming to find someone to get revenge.

Plus, this car made it clear he wasn't short on money.

So no one dared to say anything, despite the obvious discontent.

Sean leaned against the car, looking at me with a cold expression.

"Get in the car."

Fine.

Now I understood why he had parked here.

Under the sharp gazes of the neighbors, I opened the rear door of the car.

But Sean slammed the door shut with a loud thud, pushed me into the front seat, and slammed the door.

In the moment the door slammed, I heard him muttering quietly, "Is my passenger seat going to eat you?"

I: "...You're sick."

During the morning rush hour traffic, no one had the energy to get mad.

Outside, the honking was incessant.

Inside the car, I quietly sat in the front seat, closing my eyes to rest.

Sean had one hand propped up on the window while the other lightly tapped the steering wheel.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

His voice was tense. "Is your cold better?"

I didn't open my eyes and didn't want to answer him.

"Heh, who said you have a good temper? When you get stubborn, you really shut everything out."

Sean laughed bitterly, his breathing becoming heavier.

"Did he take care of you well?"

I suddenly opened my eyes. "How do you know?"

Creek!

The car suddenly stopped, and my body lurched forward, only to be pulled back by the seatbelt and slammed against the back of the seat.

Sean turned to look at me, his expression calm, but I felt like he was a little aggrieved.

"You posted a picture last night, and after enlarging it, I saw the outline of another person on the floor-to-ceiling windows."

So?

Just seeing an outline means you guessed Gerald?

I furrowed my brow. "I think I have deleted you?"

Sean's chest heaved a few times, and his voice became hoarse.

" There are many ways to know."