Chapter 91 Barcelona

• I JUST REALIZED that we were making our way out from the arena. My tears were still flowing, but I also wipe them violently. I don’t want Nicholas to see me crying, but I really can’t stop.
• “Fuck! I’m going to kill that man!” Nicholas couldn’t help but say. How tight he held the steering wheel as if he wanted to twist in anger.
• I bravely held his hand to soothe the anger he was feeling. “Sorry, I don’t want you to worry,” I said in between sobs.