How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 238

Eddy’s car tailed Ablett’s the whole way. Watching them together, so close and intimate, was enough to drive him mad.

He didn’t think—he just slammed on the gas, swerving onto the road and causing the accident himself.

“You’ve crashed into my car and messed up my plans. So, Mr. McCarthy, what do you propose to do about it?” Eddy’s words were aimed at Ablett, but his eyes swept over Blanche, searching for any sign she’d been hurt.

Seeing nothing but unmarked skin, he felt the tightness in his chest ease—just a little.

Blanche kept her gaze lowered, refusing to look at Eddy. Even a glance in his direction made her stomach turn.

At that moment, Ablett’s hand came to rest on her shoulder. He gently gathered Blanche up and shifted her further inside the car, swapping seats with her as if she weighed nothing at all.

For a fleeting second, Blanche could feel the lean, taut muscles beneath his soft cotton shirt.

She turned her face to the rain-streaked window.

Ablett ignored Eddy entirely, but Eddy suddenly flung the car door open. Rain gusted inside, soaking Blanche’s clothes. He sounded annoyed. “Get out and take care of this.”

He was talking to his secretary in the passenger seat.

The secretary immediately stepped outside, umbrella in hand. Undercover officers were already standing behind Eddy, each holding an umbrella—everyone sheltered except Eddy, who stood alone in the pouring rain.

The bandages he’d wrapped around his hand last night were already stained red with fresh blood.

Blanche didn’t spare him a single look.

His fist clenched so hard it hurt, but he forced himself to let go.

As soon as his hand slackened, the secretary closed the door, and the car sped off into traffic.

Eddy pressed a hand to his aching chest and collapsed to his knees in the rain.

His bodyguard rushed to haul him back into their car.

The bodyguard and the secretary began discussing compensation.

“Talk some sense into Mr. Simmons. Tell him not to do anything reckless. Wendy’s already been dealt with.” The secretary paused. “Our Director-General doesn’t make threats lightly. If Mr. Simmons keeps following Miss Griffiths, he’ll end up behind bars.”

The bodyguard recognized the warning for what it was, but could only sigh. “My boss has risked his life more than once searching for his wife.”

The secretary had heard the rumors; he had nothing more to say.

Inside Ablett’s car, he handed Blanche a towel. “Here, you’re soaked.”

As she reached for it, he noticed the crescent-shaped marks in her palm, blood welling up where her nails had dug in. “What happened?”

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