We Got Love, The Crazy Kind novel Chapter 32

Liam, who looked sulky, did not speak a word with Amber throughout the whole journey. After passing two junctions, he pulled up by the roadside. “Get out of my car,” he ordered.

Amber could not believe what she just heard. “Is he doing this to me in the middle of a highway?” she wondered.

The sky darkened earlier than usual during winter, and it was snowing outside. To her utter dismay, Liam, who had always prided himself on perfect manners, was abandoning her in the coldness.

Liam did not even bother to look at her. He fixed his eyes on the ground which was covered with snow while drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

It was obvious that he was running out of patience, and he was sick of having Amber near him.

Feeling humiliated, Amber bit her lower lip and got out of his car without asking him any questions.

She saw no point in staying there and being an eyesore to him. It was silly of her to have harbored the wishful thinking that they might have a future together! She could never understand how the mind of rich people like him work, so it was probably best that she steered clear of him as soon as possible.

Liam’s car roared off right after she left. Deeply irritated by his action, Amber whirled around and glared at his car resentfully.

“Liam Croft, you’re a douchebag!” she cursed in her heart. At the same time, she felt a lump in her throat.

“Why did I even fantasize about having a relationship with him before this? What’s wrong with me? How can I forget that Mia Cavendish is his rightful partner? He’s a man with a respectable status and background, and I’m nothing. All we have between us is just a deal. When it comes to an end, we’ll become total strangers!” she thought.

Liam watched Amber’s reflection in the rearview mirror until it vanished out of his sight completely.

Then, he put the pedal to the metal to accelerate his car. He kept all the windows open to allow the wintry wind to surge into his car, but it did little to unclutter his mind.

“Ethan, let’s go for a drink.” To give Ethan a phone call, Liam stepped on the brake abruptly to slow down his car, producing an ear-splitting screeching sound.

Inside a dimly lit bar, Liam downed a glass of wine and stared blankly at a wall painting in front of him.