A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 

I was shoved into the passenger seat to forcefully that I pay smacked my head against the windshield. 

The man was tall, with long arms and legs, etterlessly pushing through the crowd before jumping into the driver’s seat, 

The next moment, the engine roared to life, sounding like a beast ready to ponce, scattering the people armind us as the car sarged forward. 

Before 

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process what was happening, we were teasing through the cromd and spreding off. 

The car weaved through traffic, veering left and right with reckless abandon. Tharely managed to click my seatbelt into place before glancing over at the driver. 

He was wearing a black baseball cap pulled low, with a geol gray scarf wrapped tightly around his face, concealing most of his features 

Oddly, he wore a short–sleeved T–shirt with jeans. This outfit looked like a fashion disaster. Once I steadied myself, I managed a wrak “Thank you… 

He kept one hand on the wheel and tossed a stack of tissues in my direction with the other. “Clean yourself up. And don’t throw up in my car–It’s be and new 

I was about to tell him I’d be fine, but he suddenly swerved sharply and floored the gas pedal, sending another wave of dizziness crashing over me. I groaned, clutching my head as nausea wwwtwhelmedew. 

Tue you kidding me he muttered, clearly annoyed “What a hassle!” 

Ignoring my misery, he sped down the road, darting in and out of lanes. 

After a moment, I managed to pasp, “Could you slow down..ugh.” 

He shot back, “Is it the car, or are you just a mess? What happened to you, anyway? I just went to check out the scene and saw you looking as pala as a ghost.” 

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when he yelled out, “Come on! Stop puking already! Do you need a doctor or something?” 

I waved him off weakly, said no, and continued throwing up. 

Frustrated, he pulled out an old jacket from the back seat and shoved it into my lap as we waited at a red light. 

“Il you’re gonna be sick, 

this! If you mess up my car, I swear 

Half an hour later, the car screeched to a stop. As soon as the door opened, I stumbled out, dropping to my knees on the grass to retch some more 

By then, I had nothing left in my stomach, just the awful bitterness of bile 

The man stomped over, tossing the soiled jacket aside. With an exasperated sigh, he unwrapped his scarf and threw it over my head, covering my face. 

Through the folds, I caught a glimpse of his face and managed a tired laugh, followed by a groan 

“Norman 

Norman, who was usually flashing a charming smile, looked like thunder now, his epifsion as dark as coal. He hoisted me over his shoulder with a loud curse. 

“If you throw up on me, I swear I’ll kill you!“ 

with that, he strode toward the villa, carrying me in long, furious strides. 

Half an hour later, I was sprawled our on a plush couch, weak as a rag doll 

A rough–knit throw was draped over me, and I stated blankly at a few familiar paintings on the gallery wall. My head was still swimming, making me feel as if I were on a boat in the middle