Part: 60 Regretting

He stopped the car in front of my home and I narrowed my brows bemusedly as I thought that he would take me to his mansion to punish me.

Why did he bring me here? I wondered, confused.

As I opened my mouth to ask, he ordered sternly, "get out of the car," without looking at me. He is glaring straight, his brows pulled together, lips are tightened and the vein in the middle of his forehead is popped out.

Oh, God! He is so fucking angry.

I slowly placed my hand on his shoulder, staring at him. "I,"

"Just get the fuck out of the car." He shrieked, making me flinch and he threw away my hand, frowning at me.

"No, I won't step out of the car until you talk to me," I said stubbornly and his looks became darker.

"Fine." He hastily opened the door of the car, stepped out of it, stormed towards the door of my side, opened the door, took me out by grasping my hand.

"Ethan, I know,"

"I don't want to listen to a single word from your mouth." He again shut me up, pointing his finger at me and stari