My Billionaire Husband is the Devil's Advocate

me?" he asks after buckling

after hitting the floor. The bang on my head seems to be increasing

you want me to take you with me

I want to do is turn my face to look out the window, then rest my head until some of the pain slips away. But

e than I already am, "Please... I am begging

e least I can do for you is to take you to the closest hospital I can find. Y

ness, but I can still hear the rustling of some

convince myself, hoping that it's not Matt and his

sigh in relief, which hangs on my throat when

to face me, "W

oulder in a shrug, "I

ers once more, sounding lik

ar that now

but I can see that his eyes are wid

eone needs help

s, I grab his hand, "Please don't. You can't go out t

m. The deep sound washes over me like a breath of fresh ai

u? Sixteen?"

e." I plead to him wi

and zooming off. The orange street lights lining up the driveway that

s like. His chestnut brown hair ruffles in the wind, some of it b

e sharp angular lines of his cheekbones, a straight blade of a nose and a fi

he turns to look straight into my

in this town?

my fidgeting hands. How do I tell this stranger that I had just gotten married not up to twelve

That monster who chose to shatter my heart i

I see that he is already flipping through the radio, probably

that leads to the city. Sighing softly, I relax fur

pen? My husband, my best friend and my sister? Whose idea was it to do su

ming in short rasps ju

go then turned around to do the exact opposite of his

hospital down the road. Let'

until one tear drops on my arm. I quickly clean it up, drying up my face

stop. I'm fine, a

e road to shoot m

u summersaulted in the air before landing hard on the ground. I'

but unlike the previous one, his ey

n self awareness when I see

ding gown you

cover it up. In response to my awkward reaction, one

ugh I don't know how to explain th

you?" he

tarts slo

continues, shifting

'm real! You carr

that lonely road? Why did you jump right in front of

s. Why can't he just shut up and dri

dding." I blurt

... Wait, what's

ion. Is he a lawy

l him, "You never aske

ll me yo

g him helping me. Even if he doesn't know me personally, if he

want to rest, okay? Enough

refused to go to the hospital, now

ng to the hospital like he was initial

e are we

s are popping out has me distracted and salivating. For a split second, I imagined that hand

nna tell you straight up. We are going to the cops.

e thought of the cops calling my father to report to him about me being i

y name is Bell

words, squinting his eyes as he focuses

re we go

om

down below my back which I ignored, "What!? Please don't take me back home.

nted to come hom

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ere we are going. M

t help but start wondering what changed his mind. Why did