Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 0195 

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When he parked before the hotel, he dragged me out of the car and into the hotel. 

He stopped at the front desk as if he had been doing this his whole life. “Room card!” 

At this point, I already gathered that he must have known about my arrival in Italy and chose to either ignore it or bid his time. Bid his time for what? That I do not know. 

Umm…” the staff on the front desk passed me an uncertain look and slightly raised her brows. 

I gave her a ‘go ahead‘ nod. 

Without any further question, he handed the room card to Dylan. With a glare, Dylan snatched the card from her and she flinched back. 

I threw her an apologetic look as we turned to leave. 

Dylan didn’t care who was watching, he once again dragged me to the elevator. In there,l stood like a beaten puppy behind him, only able to direct my glare at his shoe–clad feet. 

When the elevator stopped on the floor where my room was and the doors slid open, he sMarkped down the hallway. He didn’t drag me this time so I rushed after him like he’d want me to. 

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He stopped before my room door and easily slid the card in. When it got unlocked, he pushed me inside and I stumbled in. 

He locked the door and went straight for my bag that was carelessly thrown in the armchair in the room. 

I watched him display his maniacal behavior as he rummaged through my bag. He did that for a while then with a hiss, he turned it upside down, and bent down to pick my passport, ID and phone. 

He brought out his gun from his back pocket and pointed it at me. 

I hadn’t even realized he still had the gun with him. 

He covered the space between us and pressed the gun to my chin. “You love me, don’t you?” He said in a gruff voice. 

I nodded wordlessly. 

Then he said threateningly, “Since you claim you love me, you have to prove you won’t get up and leave someday.” 

He stretched the items he took from my bag to me, “You know what to do now, don’t you?” 

The icy coldness of the gun on my chin was a recurring reminder that if I made any wrong move or said the wrong thing, the maniac wouldn’t hesitate to blow my face off. 

So I smiled and managed an unreluctant nod. I took the ID card, passport and phone from him. Then I took a step back from the gun, turned and headed for the bathroom. 

I heard his silent footsteps as he followed me sndi could sense that he still had the gun up. 

I smiled at him as I dropped the items on the counter. One after the other, I took the ID card and passport and tore them into shreds then threw then into the toilet. 

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Chapter 0195