Chapter 13 Possessive Jealousy

• The atmosphere in the car was depressing, and Franco's expression was horribly icy. I avoided his gaze the whole time and only looked out the window. The surroundings blurred as they passed by, showing me how fast he was driving.
• Without really thinking, I grabbed onto the handle of my door. Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt on the side of the road. The force threw me forward so hard that I felt the seatbelt bruise my shoulder.
• I screamed and turned to look at Franco.