Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 196

Chapter 196 Resolute Reflections

Anastasia's gaze cooled, and a hint of impatience and anger evident in her refined brows and eyes. "We each have responsibilities, so let's avoid mixing them up. Moreover, remaining in prison, does it serve as retribution or fortune for her? Christian, compassion isn't my strong suit. She has a debt to settle with me, and | plan to resolve it."

Christian felt tightened, and his heart fluttered. "Don't do anything foolish.” He worried that she might exceed limits and provide someone with a reason to exploit.

Anastasia looked down, a chilly smile forming on her lips. "I'm not looking to address any outstanding matters with you. Are you trying to exploit the situation?"

Christian was speechless.

"Step out of the car." Anastasia drove him away without hesitation.

Christian frowned, and he seemed irritated.

He stood still and looked at her imposingly.

A standoff ensued between them.

After a few seconds, Anastasia opened the door and got out, walking around to the back and opening the rear door. "Get out on your own, or I'll ask you to step out."

Christian's jaw tensed, and his gaze locked onto her. "| haven't reached my destination yet!"

Christian thought, "How could she bear to leave me here? She must be joking!"

Anastasia didn't care whether he had arrived. Since he had made her the chauffeur and upset her, he had to get out of the car. She gripped Christian's injured right hand on his lap and forcefully pulled it outward.

Christian instantly felt a sharp, piercing pain.

He didn't have a chance to resist!

He was thrown out of the car. He had been left behind.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Anastasia's face remained cold as she drove off without hesitation!

Christian didn't initially grasp what was happening.

The pain in his wrist dulled his senses.

Later, he stood in his perfectly tailored suit, his impeccable appearance contrasting with the colorful flowers on the roadside. He couldn't believe Anastasia had abandoned him in this desolate place.

She had chosen a more direct path to save time.

It was an area devoid of significant landmarks, not attracting a second glance from him as he passed by.

Crucially, there wasn't a single passing vehicle around!

Christian roared inside, "No, she couldn't bear it. She will come back for me!"

Thinking of this, Christian breathed fast for a while before he could slowly calm down.

He had been too impulsive just now, mentioning Beatrice had upset her.

He also made a mistake.

He should've advised her against rash actions.

He intended to apologize over the phone, but it was empty when he reached for his pocket.

His phone was still in Anastasia's car.

"She would send it back when she found it." He assured himself.

Surveying his surroundings, the steps were relatively clean. He simply knelt to sit.

His expensive six-figure custom-made suit meant nothing to him.

He would wait here for her. His persistence would be moved and even make her regret it! Christian adjusted his mindset and waited patiently.

Until the sunset, his expression grew darker and more grim.

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Yet she still hadn't returned! Christian seemed to notice something. He stood up and walked toward Patterson Group.

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He hadn't walked even half the distance of over 12 miles before night fell.

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"Hey, Christian, are you taking a stroll?" Christian adjusted his collar, responding with a faint indifference.

The air of aloofness returned in an instant.