A Crazy Night Novel

Chapter 324 Do Not Think About Leaving Me

Christina took a step back. Her gaze darkened warily as they regarded the approaching man.

“The exit is very far from here. You would be nowhere near out of here even by daybreak.” The thinner of the two men suddenly stepped forward to pull Christina onto his bike.

Christina had learned to make the first offensive move in the face of danger-she kicked him in the groin.

The man fell to his knees with a howl. Her defiance drew the ire of the other biker. “How dare you attack. him, you b*tch?”

Without waiting for him to finish, Christina turned and ran. The footsteps of her pursuers sounded behind her. Though her heart clenched painfully, she did not dare slow down.

The footsteps drew closer. Just when Christina felt as if she could no longer take another step, a dazzling beam of light ahead blinded her.

The wail of the police siren reverberated across the skies. Christina’s legs gave way, and she slumped onto the ground.

The police emerged and, after ascertaining the situation, brought her and the bikers back to the precinct.

A few cops escorted the bikers into the interrogation room.

Fortunately for the police’s timely arrival, the hooligans were apprehended before they could do anything.

Christina remained on the steel chair by the wall and was only allowed to leave after completing the procedure by signing her name. She glanced at the clock. It was already ten at night.

Shaken, all she wanted was to get through the procedure as quickly as possible so she could go home.

Christina kept her gaze down at her feet. Suddenly, she was yanked out of her reverie by the stampede of impatient footsteps.

A hulking figure dashed through the door. It was Nathaniel in his pajamas. His hair was dripping, and he had a pair of fluffy slippers on his feet. His chiseled features looked encased in an icy gloom. With vessels bulging in his bloodshot eyes, he looked deranged.

Having received exceptional lessons in etiquette from a young age, Nathaniel would never leave the house in pajamas unless the situation was dire.

She could tell from his attire that he had been in a great panic.

Christina felt like a guilty child being caught red-handed by her parent. At the moment, she wanted more than anything the ability to disappear at will.

With a sheepish hunch of her shoulders, she lowered her gaze, not daring to meet his.

“You can leave with Mrs. Hadley, Mr. Hadley. I will deal with the remaining procedure.” Without another word. Sebastian led the lawyer in.

Christina did not recall Nathaniel stuffing her into the passenger seat.

car was hermetically sealed, the roar

her ears.

before a set of traffic lights did

his face looked as if it had been carved from a blade. His rage, too, had a tangible form. It expanded within the space between them, and the air

sound of their breathing in the ensuing

you upset?” she asked

had spoken to him with

Nathaniel remained unmoved. “Don’t you have my

“I do,” Christina squeaked.

around the steering wheel. The veins on his hands bulged alarmingly. “Why didn’t

Manor from the office, he noticed that Christina had not returned, so he

called to ask about Christina’s whereabouts. Rayne informed him they went to see a

ambled over, reluctant to have the housekeepers bathe them. Thus, he called Sebastian to find out where Christina

from the endeavor, Nathaniel took a

emerged from the bathroom, Sebastian called to tell him that Christina was at the police station; she had gotten lost and had a

Sebastian finished his sentence, he had dashed

how anxious he was then. It felt the same as the time when he found out Christina

did not wish to endure

after seeing Christina unharmed did he

no idea where I was. It would have been

wrong, yet I’m getting told off. I did not know where I was. How was I supposed to let

a wedge between them; even if she were to face it all over again, she would not have called

the coldness in her blank, distant expression and knew he wanted nothing more than

her heart is further than it

self-deprecating laugh, feeling like a fool who was powerless to change how Christina

starting the car. Instead, he remained fixated on wrestling

adept at managing his emotions. With them all

gaze dimmed with a sense

an ear-piercing honk

too long, and the driver in the

not having an outlet to vent, he cursed under his breath

of wind entered the door, which had been left open. Christina

she was in

door and hurried

was already arguing with the driver behind them. Staring daggers at each

placed herself between them both. Despite her slight figure, she stood resolutely