Chapter 481
Carlos's point of view
She raised her pale face, tears shimmering at the corners of her wide eyes. "He ran into me today with my best friend..." A tear escaped, tracking down her pale cheek. "...and they started mocking my loneliness right to my face."
I yanked my sleeve out of her trembling grip with cold finality, leaning back to adjust the lapels of my suit jacket. "Look, sweetheart, do I look like a psychiatrist to you?" I smirked, my eyes cold as ice. "I don't have time for this amateur drama."
I pivoted on my heel, marching decisively toward the wooden entrance of the restaurant. But a sharp, muffled gasp echoed behind me, and she scrambled after like a desperate shadow. Her fingers clawed viciously back onto my forearm, the sudden yank halting my stride right at the threshold.
Blood rushed hot to my temples. I spun around, every ounce of the hell raging inside my chest this morning erupting into a low, terrifying growl.
