Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 14

The cold night air hit my face as we both burst out of the door and the hairs on my arm stood erect. I was still grappling with the information that the bar owner was the one I had seen in my Villa.

I had every right to call the police on him right now and maybe get this place searched. I mean, he had a gun that day but I had no evidence. I shivered, shaking the feeling that swept through me as I remembered the feel of the metal behind my back.

Still lost in my thoughts, Mark pushed me into the car. He hastily and roughly fixed the seat belt around me as though I was some kid he needed to take home with immediacy.

“Where are you taking me?!” I clumsily pulled at the belt as I threw the question at his moving figure. He went around the car. The car slightly shook as he climbed in and slammed the door closed.

His face was set straight, staring ahead as he blatantly ignored all the questions I threw at him.

“Where are you taking me, Mark?!” I asked deadpan.

“I’m taking you home! We’re going home!” He yelled.

Just then, his phone lit up and the seat I was in vibrated. ‘Bella‘ was the name on display.

I noticed that he stopped moving and I looked up to find his eyes on me. We were like that for several second, the vibrating hum of the phone the only sound in the car

I broke whatever trance we were both in and scoffed, “Do you need me to get out of the car?”

He did his favorite thing since I’ve known him; he ignored me. He snatched the phone and fumbled with it for a while before he finally picked the call. He put the phone on speaker.

I wondered why and rolled my eyes. To spite me?

For a man that had his wits about him and was raving mad just a moment ago, he sure was acting awkward.

“Hey…”

My head whipped to his face at the sound that came out of his mouth. I didn’t think I had ever heard Mark speak so softly. It was almost like a breathless whisper. Wow. This was more than I thought it was. He. was seriously whipped. 1

“Mark…” Bella’s weak voice boomed through the phone’s speaker.

“Are you okay?” Mark half rose from his seat, his back rod straight.

“I’m not, Mark,” her response was accompanied by a sob. “I just woke up. I was unconscious for a while and there was no one to tend to me.”

Mark met my eyes then quickly looked away.

“Look, Bel. I’m-

“Bel!” I scoffed, Interrupting him.