The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 66

“Got into a fight.” Hans pulled off his gloves and tossed them onto the arm of the sofa.

Petty frowned. “Seriously?”

He looked at her with a lazy smirk. “Come on, who’d actually dare pick a fight with me?”

Petty pressed her hands together in a playful little bow, grinning. “Of course, you’re the big boss. Anyone who tries to mess with you is just asking for trouble.”

She unwound her scarf, settling down next to him. Up close, she could really see the damage.

Hans was playing a tough guy in this movie, so he’d gotten a buzz cut before filming started. When he showed up at the airport, decked out in a black leather jacket and sunglasses, the fans went wild. People started calling him “Total Alpha” like he was some kind of legend.

Yeah, he looked amazing, but now that she was this close, she noticed more than just the bruise on his temple. His lip was busted too. He looked a little worse for wear.

“This movie’s really putting you through it,” she teased, “even your pretty face isn’t safe.”

Hans shot her a glare. “You little—”

He cut himself off with another hard look, his eyes sweeping her from head to toe, sharp and searching. “Where are you hurt?”

“Hurt? What are you talking about?”

“Petty, don’t play dumb with me.”

She froze, caught off guard.

He almost never used her full name. Usually, it was just Petty. If he was a bit annoyed, he’d say it sharper. But full name? That meant he was seriously angry.

She felt a little uneasy. “What exactly do you know?”

“Hassan’s dead.”

The whole mood shifted. Hans’s voice dropped, heavy and dark.

He’d been out in the mountains shooting a film, barely any signal, barely any distractions. He liked it that way, really getting into character, hardly ever carrying his phone, not checking messages.

It wasn’t until earlier that day when he overheard some actors talking about Hassan’s death.

Petty could see Hans was truly upset, so she stopped joking around. “Actually, my ear still isn’t fully healed. The eardrum got perforated, so I have this annoying ringing sometimes.”

Hans turned, his expression sharp. “Which ear?”

She leaned in and pointed to her right ear, looking serious. “Doctor says I have to stay in a good mood. No getting upset. And I can’t watch other people get upset either.”

Hans frowned. “You’re making that up.”

“Believe what you want.”

He clicked his tongue, lifting his hand as if he was about to flick her forehead. But then, remembering her ear, he ended up smacking his own forehead instead.

Just then, the phone on the coffee table rang.

Hans picked it up and answered.

On the other end, his bodyguard spoke respectfully. “Hans, Franco is downstairs.”