Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 89

Anathea was drenched through, every raindrop feeling like an icy needle pricking against her skin. Her footsteps gradually slowed as her feet felt more and more like lead.

The rain continued to grow heavier.

Eventually, her vision began to blur.

The next second, there was a loud screeching of tires as someone raked. A black Rolls–Royce stopped in front of Anathea

The car window rolled down before Gregory’s face appeared.

He had already changed out of his stiff and proper suit and was now dressed in loungewear. Despite that, there was no hiding his innate noble air. On the contrary, the casual attire only added to his charm,

In comparison, the drenched Anathea appeared to be in a real sorry state. Even so, her back remained straight, and she retained her usual poise.

The Jacobson family’s teachings had ingrained in her the need to always maintain her composure. No matter where or in what situation, she could never easily show her unease or humiliation.

Even when she was shivering badly from the cold and her lips had burned blue, she couldn’t show weakness.

Get in,” Gregory ordered stiffly as he looked at her.

He thought he was giving her a way out by speaking first, but he seemed to have forgotten he was the one who kicked her out of the car in the first place.

Anathea stood there in the rain, the droplets clinging to her lashes before dripping from the corners of her eyes like tears

But she would never cry.

She simply shot Gregory an indifferent glance before continuing to walk forward, completely ignoring him.

With every step, she caused water from the puddles scattered across the ground to land on the luxury car, leaving streaks down

the pristine finish

Under the misty downpour, her clothes stuck to her body like a second skin, revealing the sharp angles of her shoulder blades, showcasing just how truly thin she was.

Her body swayed slightly as she walked, but her every step was exceptionally firm and steady.

The splashing sound she made with each step crashed against Gregory’s heart relentlessly. Though they weren’t loud and were soon overshadowed by the sound of the rain hitting the car, they seemed to linger between his ears, not fading even when he could no longer actually hear her.

Gregory tightened his grip on the steering wheel, narrowing his ces at Anathea’s back.

In the next second, he threw the car door open and stepped out into the rain. Even if his tailor–made shoes were ruined, he didn’t care. His long and quick strides swiftly closed the distance between them, and within seconds, he had seized her slender

wrist.

Before Anathea could react, she was already being swept off her feet and into his arms.

She had lost a lot of weight, to the point that even with her rain-soaked clothes, she was still unbelievably light.

Gregory didn’t dare use too much force, worried he would snap her like a twig.

“Let me go!”

Anathea struggled in his arms, but Gregory didn’t seem to feel a thing as he headed toward the front passenger side of the car. Opening the door, he stuffed her inside before shutting it with a load thud.

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Clearly he was Inchiriated…

Anathea, not knowing why he was so angry, knitted her delicate hows.

Meanwhile, Gregory had already returned to the driver’s seat, his expression terribly dark and gloomy

In the next second, he leaned over and used his body to pin Anather beneath

Shock flickered in Anathea’s eyes as she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself and began tremblings

Who knew what Gregory was capable of when in the peak of anger?

However, Gregory simply leaned further over to grab the seat belt and fasten it for her with a click. Then, he threw a dry towel at her and started the car enghie.

Anathea was briefly stunned, but she didn’t say anything. She busied herself with wiping; her borly dry with the towel

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