Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 52

"Mrs. Lane, you don't have a choice. You have to trust me. I can promise you that you will never see me again. If you don't do as I say, then I will have to talk t o Mr. Grant about this." He rubbed his chin, looking helpless.

It was a threat, a downright threat.

I hated the fact that I knew he was threatening me, but as he said, I had no choice but to follow.

After a moment of hesitation, I nodded silently in agreement.

My main concern now was to leave this place safely.

"Great! Then we'll wait for Mrs. Lane's good news." The businessman clapped his hands happily and signaled the ferret-face man to cover my eyes.

"Didn't I promise you already?" They were going to blindfold me. I was starting to get annoyed.

"Don't worry, Ms. Lane. I'll send you back now." Then, they pulled me into a car.

This time, I tried to keep myself alert, but after the car had been moving for a while, I dozed off again.

When I woke up again, I was seated perfectly in my car in the underground parking lot.

For a moment, I thought it had been a dream.

However, the pain in my heart and the dryness in my eyes confirmed that this was not a dream. Just now, I had experienced psychological torture.

It left a deep imprint in my mind like a shadow that will haunt me forever.

I raised my hand and looked at the time. It was already late at night. I didn't want to go back to the villa. In the past, there was a small room in Nectarine Entertainment's office. When I didn't want to go home, I would go there. However, I was not in Nectarine Entertainment's office.

Cecelia wasn't in Salt City either. All of a sudden, I realized that there was no place for me in Salt City.

I had no choice. I got a room at the hotel opposite the company.

After an exhausting night, my body couldn't take it anymore. Once I got to my hotel room, I took a shower and was about to lie down when the phone rang.

I picked it up, and it was Theo. "Why aren't you at home?"

He sounded unhappy. 'I guess he just got home from socializing.'

Theo followed me in and patted my back to help me breathe. He frowned and asked, "Why are you vomiting again?"

As soon as his hand touched my back, I couldn't help but tremble. My whole body started to shake, and my stomach started to feel bitter. I extended both my hands and pushed him away forcefully, shouting, "Get out!"

He was caught off guard and did not expect me to push him away. He staggered and fell out of the bathroom. I took this opportunity to close the door and lock it.

My head was full of the awful sounds from the recording. I covered my ears hard to try to keep them out, but there was no use. They were like flies that couldn't be swatted away.

The places where his hand had touched felt numb as i f thousands of bugs were crawling on it. It made me feel especially disgusted.

I turned on the shower and vigorously scrubbed every part of my body especially where he'd touched me.

I rubbed my skin over and over again until it was red and painful, but I still felt like I hadn't washed it clean.

"Wanda, open the door." He knocked on the door from outside. His voice was cold and his tone was filled with suppressed anger.

I could not hear his voice at all and shouted, "Theo, go away. I don't want to see you now. Leave this place immediately."