She didn’t know whether the mention of Rosanna’s name had brought him pain.
At this moment, a car zoomed from the right, its tires screeching from the speed.
Rosalynn had herself to her own thoughts, her mind still fixated on Lyndon and Rosanna. Regret
sprung from Rosalynn’s chest at the bittersweet ending of a beautiful love. Her emotions took over her
senses, making her oblivious to the car’s approach.
When she realized that something was wrong, the vehicle was dangerously close.
The sound of the engine filled her ears, rumbling alongside the high -pitched screaming of tires.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer eyes widened, and she instinctively took a step back.
But her feet seemed to have landed on something. She lost her footing and stumbled, falling to the
ground.
Meanwhile, the car kept speeding towards her without any sign of stopping. From a short distance, it
looked like a beast opening its jaws to swallow its prey.
Rosalynn swallowed, unable to do anything but watch as the car grew closer and closer.
Suddenly, a loud blare came from behind her.
Then, there was another car rushing towards her direction from another angle.
The next moment was an explosion of speed and metal, the two cars crashing violently against each
other.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Things happened so fast. Rosalynn heaved, fighting to catch her breath as she tried to make sense of
what had just happened. As she stared at the scene around her, she had belatedly realized to whom
the car that had blocked her belonged. It was Lyndon’s.
He arrived in the nick of time to get between her and the other car.
Smoke rose into the air. The black car’s lights flickered, then it was slowly reversing and driving away
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmfrom the scene.
Rosalynn sprang to action. She got up from the ground and quickly went over to check on Lyndon.
The passenger seat had been deformed from the impact, blocking her view of him.
She went around to the driver’s side and tried opening the door.
It wouldn’t budge.
She could faintly make out the figure of the person lying motionlessly on the steering wheel.
A cold feeling crept all over her chest. Rosalynn’s heart was pounding as she walked back to the other
side. Closing her hand into a fist, she hit the glass on the window and broke it, then reached inside to
unlock the door.
“Lyndon! Can you hear me? Wake up!” she shouted, her voice laced with urgency and panic.
Lyndon didn’t move a muscle. Blood was streaming down his forehead.
Rosalynn hastily reached for his wrist, trying to feel his pulse as she called for help on her phone.