We Got Love, The Crazy Kind novel Chapter 8

It was raining cats and dogs outside. Still, Liam kept the door open even though the rain was spattering on his seat.

“What a stubborn man he is!” Amber lamented before easing herself into his car.

“You’re staying at X Apartment in Swindon, aren’t you?” Liam floored the accelerator and sped away.

“How impressive your memory is!” Amber answered with a note of sarcasm in her voice.

Given that he knew her exact address, he must have done a thorough investigation on her.

Liam chuckled, “I’m flattered.”

To break the awkward silence, he switched on the car stereo. A soothing piano piece that sounded slightly melancholic was played.

Amber, who relished in the beautiful music, felt a mixture of emotions swelling inside her.

She looked at Liam and asked, “What’s the title of this piano piece?”

“It’s ‘Norturne’ by Chopin.”

Right after he said that the traffic ahead started slowing down.

Just like that, they were stuck in a traffic jam for twenty minutes.

Amber checked the time on her phone. When she saw it was almost six in the evening, she started getting anxious.

Looking at the torrential rain outside, Amber was worried about Pearl because the school bus she took did not send her straight back home. She wondered whether Pearl had an umbrella with her and whether she could make it back home on her own.

Liam glanced at her and asked, “Is there a problem?”

Amber looked out of the window at the heavy downpour and nodded at him. “My younger sister is heading home from school, but I’m not sure whether she has an umbrella or not.”

Just then, the cars in front of them finally started moving. Seeing that, a wave of relief washed over Amber because it meant she could get home sooner.

Bang! Amber was fastening her seatbelt when the car jerked forward all of a sudden. Her head rammed hard into the dashboard in front of her due to the momentum.

A car behind them just crashed into the back of Liam’s car.

Amber quickly glanced sideways at Liam. To her horror, she found blood on his forehead.

His head hit the pointed part of a black figurine fixed on the steering wheel when the collision happened.

“You’re bleeding! You should wipe them off with some tissues. What’s wrong with the driver behind us? Did she even pass her driving test?”

Despite feeling dizzy, Amber quickly handed Liam some tissues because she couldn’t stand the sight of too much blood.

For some reason, blood started gushing out even more rapidly after he dabbed the wound with tissues.

A drop of blood trickled down from his face and landed on his crisp white shirt.

Feeling nauseous, Amber quickly moved her eyes away. She hastily took out her handkerchief from her handbag and offered Liam. “Use this on your forehead. The tissues don’t seem to work.”