Brian reached out to her once more.
This time, Rosalynn didn’t reject the call. She accepted it.
“Brian, please stop.”
She had no desire to meet him at the moment. Solitude was her only wish.
“Step out of the car!”
At the other end, the man’s breath came out ragged, betraying his struggle to keep his fury at bay.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnnoyed, Rosalynn retorted, “I’m warning you.”
“Step out of the car! Rosalynn, you know who I am!”
His tone was icy, laced with caution.
Gripping her phone, Rosalynn’s memory flashed to the time he had wrongly accused her of infidelity
with Barlow. Brian had collided with Barlow’s car in a fit of rage, sparking a vehement altercation.
If she didn’t exit the vehicle now, his irritation might reach new heights.
Rosalynn, trying to temper her emotions, urged, “I’m going to leave the car, but please, try to keep your
temper in check. Remember, you’re a person, not an untamed creature that loses its temper at wilt!”
Brian was left at a loss for words.
Once she’d hung up, Rosalynn turned to Lyndon.
“Lyndon, my apologies.
Could you please pull over? The car tailing us belongs to my husband.”
Lyndon cast a brief glance her way, wordlessly decelerating, steering to the roadside.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrian’s car zoomed by Lyndon’s, halting ahead of them.
Emerging from his vehicle, Brian’s expression was frigid, his stance rigid, enveloped in an aura of
gloom.
He shut his door with a resounding thud, as if gearing up for confrontation.
Rosalynn’s heart raced despite her cautioning him.
His temper could be bearable towards her, but not towards an uninvolved party.
Lyndon made to exit the car, but she quickly grabbed his arm and intervened, “Thank you for the ride.
This is where I depart. There’s no need for you to get out.”
Lyndon’s eyes landed on her hand gripping his arm.