Chapterll
Outside stood a man in his fifties. He was wearing glasses and holding a black umbrella.
He apologized, “Miss, I sincerely apologize for the rear–end collision. We accept full responsibility. If you don’t mind, my employer is currently on a tight schedule. Could we exchange contact information? Please send the repair invoice later, and rest assured we’ll settle the payment promptly.”
“Let the traffic police handle it.” My frayed nerves snapped after the double shocks. Slamming the car door, I marched to inspect the dented rear. It was a Bentley.
The driver retreated to his car.“Sir, the lady insists on police involvement…”
The rain fell more heavily. The wiper rubbed the glass, and the rain soon covered it again.
Through the rain, I saw a man sitting back in his car. He watched me outside talking on the phone.
I was soaking wet. The rain fell on my eyelashes and then on my lips…
“Mr. Jones?” asked the driver.
The man put down his phone and looked at his watch. “Zach is on his way. I’ll go first. You stay and deal with it.”
I got back in the car. A moment later the traffic police arrived, followed by a silver Maybach. Both cars stopped at about the same time. I got out and saw that in addition to the driver, a tall and handsome man got down, with cold white skin and deep eyes… He caught my gaze and looked back at me with sharp, threatening eyes. It was a familiar feeling…
“Give it to her.” The man handed his driver the suit jacket draped around his wrist and turned himself into the Maybach.
The driver walked up to me with the jacket. “Miss, your clothes are wet. Please put it on.” I looked down at my wet clothes, which were almost attached to my body. Feeling awkward, I took the jacket and put it on.“Thank you.”
The driver was talking to the traffic police. The Maybach started and disappeared into the rain and fog.
All I saw was a flash of his side face. The suit jacket still carried his body heat, the faint scent of sandalwood dispelling the coldness of the rain.
The traffic police made the ruling, and both of us agreed. The driver wanted to take me to the hospital, but I refused and apologized for my previous aggressive behavior. I told him that I was just in a bad mood.“Once the suit’s dry–cleaned, I’ll ship it over to you.”
The driver didn’t refuse.
I went to the hospital alone.
At this time, Julian received a notice of my accident.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
