Chapter 419 How the Hell Can I Trust You
Meanwhile, a sleek black limousine sped down the outer ring road toward the suburbs.
In the passenger seat, Bethan's face had gone deathly pale. "Hugh, you've lost it!" she shrieked.
Hugh stared straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands stood out.
Bethan was terrified, clutching the seatbelt across her chest.
She recalled the night of Hugh's memorial. Driving home alone, she'd thought she'd seen Hugh holding a kid by the roadside in a daze, and that scare had led to a car accident.
Looking at Hugh now, she was afraid she'd meet her end on this road.
"Pull over, will you? Can't you hear me?" she pleaded.
But Hugh remained silent, his eyes fixed on the road.
With no other choice, Bethan squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the worst.
Finally, the screeching of brakes cut through the silence.
Still shaking, Bethan rolled down the window and peeked out.
In the pitch-black night, a vast, desolate lake stretched out, the wind howling.
It was the perfect place to get murdered and buried.
Swallowing hard, she turned to look at Hugh.
He seemed restless and on edge. He unbuckled his seatbelt, tugged at his collar, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
He shook one out, put it between his lips, but seeing Bethan's wary look, Hugh rolled down his window and tossed the unlit cigarette out.
Suddenly, Hugh leaned over towards Bethan.
Bethan pushed at his chest with both hands. "What the hell are you doing, Hugh!"
Without a word, Hugh deftly unbuckled Bethan's seatbelt.
The more Hugh kept quiet, the more nervous Bethan got.
In a panic, she grabbed his collar. "Speak up! What the hell do you want?"
Hugh propped one hand on the back of Bethan's seat and placed the other on her shoulder.
His eyes were a bit teary.
Staring into hers, he shot back, "What the hell do you want?"
Their breaths mingled as they locked eyes.
Bethan paused. "I was just having a great birthday. Then some woman shows up for you, and you drag me here. What did I do wrong?"
In their past life, they'd settled their scores.
In this one, she'd tried to keep things as they were.
But now, it seemed impossible.
She stared into Hugh's eyes, waiting for him to break the silence.
As they gazed at each other closely, the silence was thick.
Bethan's calmness started to unnerve Hugh.
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