He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 378

The veins in Yardley's forehead throbbed violently. Sweat and road dust streaked his face, making him look feral and pathetic.

Yet, inside the car, the two of them might as well have been on a deserted island.

Scarlett had zero logic left. She just knew she was burning alive.

Her hands moved erratically, tugging at the collar of her own blouse, desperate to peel off the restrictive layers.

She hooked a finger under her top button and yanked.

*Riiiip.*

The button popped off, exposing a sliver of her luminous skin and elegant collarbone.

"Don't do this, Scarlett. Wake up." Julian's voice was a low, desperate gravel.

He had never been on the receiving end of such an aggressive, intoxicating assault. It took every ounce of his willpower not to fold, and he was physically running out of options.

When he finally managed to pry her lips away, her hands instantly snaked around his neck. When he tried to pin her wrists, she wrapped her legs tight around his waist. He was drenched in sweat, panting heavily.

With the windows rolled up tightly, a thick layer of condensation began to fog the glass.

Yardley was still throwing himself against the door. His body was completely numb, fueled only by a rage that eclipsed anything he had ever felt in his life.

Just as he reached the breaking point—ready to find a lighter and set the entire vehicle ablaze—he saw it.

On the fogged-up window, a delicate, slender hand pressed flat against the glass. A second later, a larger, masculine hand covered it, fingers slipping between hers.

A haunting, real-life recreation of that infamous Titanic scene.

*Crash.*

Yardley's entire reality shattered.

Staring at the silhouette of their intertwined hands, he could practically hear the sound of his own heart snapping in half.

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