Chapter 373:
My first instinct was to run, but before I could move, he grabbed my arm.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” I struggled against his hold, but he didn’t release me. Instead, he pulled me toward him and threw me into the car!
I couldn’t believe he would be so bold as to do this in the middle of the street. Knowing what he was capable of, I immediately tried to open the door. I thought about jumping out and running, but the car door was locked. No matter how hard I pulled, it wouldn’t budge. In frustration, I kicked the car door to vent my anger.
“Connor, stop the car!” I shouted.
Connor, in the front seat, replied, “Miss Stepanek, I can’t stop the car without Mr. Wharton’s permission.”
His calm response only fueled my anger.
“Connor, he’s illegally detaining me! Do you know this is against the law?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t stop the car,” Connor said, his tone unflinching.
Herbert’s voice cut through, “Don’t make things difficult for Connor. He only follows my orders.”
I glared at Herbert, furious, and then threw my bag at him. Like the time I had thrown the vase, he didn’t move, letting the bag hit his face. The contents spilled out onto the seat—men’s clothes and shoes.
“Who are you buying clothes and shoes for?” Herbert demanded, his tone sharp.
“It’s none of your business!” I retorted.
I pulled my phone from my bag and dialed the police number. But before I could press send, Herbert snatched the phone out of my hand.
“Give me back my phone!”
I reached out to grab my phone, but Herbert looked at it in his hand before hanging up the call with his thumb and casually tossing it aside. I was furious. Without thinking, I raised my fist and started hitting Herbert.
“Herbert, you bastard! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you…”
My fists struck his chest, but he didn’t fight back. He let me pound on him, unbothered. I also kicked him with my high heels, again and again. Ten minutes later, he grabbed my wrists, stopping me.
“Are you done?” he said, his frown deepening.
I glared at him.
“Let me go! Stop the car! Do you hear me?”
But instead of stopping the car, he leaned in and kissed me. My protests died on my lips as his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. The kiss was forceful yet unexpectedly gentle. Today, he was different from the last two times. He hadn’t touched me like this before—he had only left after venting his frustrations. I couldn’t let his kiss sway me.
I pushed hard against his chest, but it was useless. He didn’t budge. Desperation crept in, and I grabbed one of my high heels, swinging it at his head.
“Clatter!”
