Chapter 5 She Feels Familiar
Guadalupe picked up the remaining two pieces.
Five in a Row was a one–win game, but Belinda wasn’t willing to admit defeat. To save face, she said unreasonably, “You won first, but I’ve got five pieces. I won, too.”
She put another piece next to her pieces which had forced a row of four after saying this.
Guadalupe was rendered speechless. She looked at Belinda for a few seconds as if looking at a fool and then said, “According to you, I can. continue, too, right?”
Then she placed another piece on the board and formed another row of five.
In the following minute, she took almost all the pieces on the board and made sure Belinda couldn’t get another piece at all.
Belinda’s expression changed. She insisted on having another round.
They played again and again.
Guadalupe either played with her unhurriedly while savoring the victory or played with accuracy and ruthlessness and won her very soon,
humiliating her to the utmost.
Belinda was so frustrated and furious that she cried.
“Enough.”
Desmond took Guadalupe’s box of pieces, his expression chillingly icy.
He took Belinda’s side, and she threw herself into his arms while crying pitifully as if Guadalupe had bullied her.
Desmond comforted her softly while Elyse echoed, too. Then Elyse turned to Guadalupe and scolded her harshly, “It’s just Five in a Row. Do you have to be so serious? You’re from a mediocre family and have never seen the world indeed. You’re so petty. All you know is fighting for attention.”
Her voice gradually faded away in Guadalupe’s cars.
Guadalupe looked at Desmond, feeling that his face was like a faded photo. He used to be so dazzling, yet now, she could barely recognize him
anymore.
She thought. “Forget it.
“Only twenty days left. I shouldn’t care.
“He can do whatever he wants.”
She tossed the pieces in her hand onto the board in a devil–may–care manner and stood up to leave, looking lazy and indifferent.
A few drops of blood fell onto the board. After she walked out. she realized her fingers were cold. Only then did she know she had clenched her fist so hard that her nails had been dug into her palm, and blood was oozing out.
“Guadalupe!” Desmond called her name, his voice tinged with a trace of
concern.
He wanted to stand up to chase after her, but Belinda wrapped her arms. around his waist and cried even harder.
Guadalupe left the Harrison’s manor.
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On her way back, her phone rang non–stop. It was Desmond, and she blocked his number.
Then she texted Elyse. “250 million dollars. A penny less, and I’ll make sure you pay the price.”
Elyse almost had a heart attack when she saw the message.
Guadalupe drove on.
Before she realized it, the sky had become gloomy, and it started to rain, which somehow diverted her attention.
Suddenly, a flash of yellow light darted. A yellow motorcycle whooshed around and cut in front of her. Startled, she hit the brakes.
In the next second, a huge bang rang out.
Given the great impact, she hit her head on the steering wheel hard.
A sharp pain started from the corner of her forehead and spread to her entire body.
She looked up, and everything seemed blurred and red.
Taking out a tissue, she wiped off the blood that blurred her vision.
She had been rear–ended, and the yellow motorcycle that came out of nowhere had already vanished.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the car door.
She rolled down the window.
Outside the car stood a man in his forties, wearing glasses with a black
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umbrella in his hand. He seemed gentle and elegant, and he said. apologetically, “I’m sorry. Ma’am. I rear–ended you, and I’ll take full responsibility. And there are some urgent matters my employer needs to attend to right now Could we exchange our numbers? I’ll reach out to your later. You can draw up a list of compensation. We will pay for everything.”
“Just leave it to the police.”
Already in a sour mood, Guadalupe was startled twice, and she felt so frustrated that she wanted to scream.
She opened the car door, got out, and walked to the back of the car. Seeing that her car’s rear was already dented because of the Bentley behind, she frowned, took photos, and called the police.
Looking at her. the man felt it’d be inappropriate to stop her, so he came back to the car and reported. “Mr. Hodge, she insists on having the police handle it. What do you…”
The rain grew heavier.
The windshield wipers cleared the rainwater from the glass, and it was soon blurred again. Ezequiel Hodge leaned against the car door lazily. looking at Guadalupe, who was on the phone while covering her forehead with one hand. She looked dejected, and the white shirt on her had already been soaked by the rain. Rainwater fell on her thick eyelashes, and as they trembled, it fell onto her rosy lips…
“Mr. Hodge?” Miguel Walton called his name again.
Ezequiel lowered his gaze and checked the time on his watch. “Gilbert Dalton is on his way. I’ll leave with him. You can stay here and handle it.”
Gilbert Dalton was Ezequiel’s assistant. “OK, Mr. Hodge,” Miguel said, nodding.
Chapter 5 She Feels Familiar
Guadalupe went back to her car.
Soon, the police arrived, followed by a silver Maybach.
The police car and the Maybach almost stopped at the same time.
She got out of the car.
Meanwhile, the people from the Bentley stepped out, too.
Besides the driver, another man got out. He looked tall, slender, aloof, and noble. He had pale skin, but it wasn’t the sickly type. Noticing her gaze. he glanced at her, his eyes deep and charming, his gaze sharp and almost intimidating.
Somehow, she felt familiar.
“Give it to her.”
Ezequiel gave the suit jacket draping over his arm to Miguel and then sat in the Maybach, not glancing at her again.
Then Miguel trotted up to Guadalupe with the suit jacket and said, “Ma’am, your shirt is wet. Put this on.”
Guadalupe looked down, only to see her white shirt pressed against her body, revealing the bra beneath.
Embarrassed, she took the suit jacket and put it on. “Thank you.”
While Miguel talked to the police, the Maybach slowly started and drove off into the rain. Guadalupe only got to catch a glimpse of Ezequiel’s striking profile.
His suit jacket was still warm with his body temperature, and a faint woody fragrance dispelled the chill from the rain.
The police soon handled the situation and concluded the incident. Both Miguel and Guadalupe had no objections, and he offered to take her to the hospital for the wound on her head.
She turned him down politely. By now, she had already calmed down. Thinking back to her overreaction, she apologized to him, saying she was in a foul mood, and it wasn’t their problem. She said, “I’ll send the suit jacket to you by courier after I have it dry–cleaned.”
Miguel didn’t say no, he nodded, though he knew Ezequiel well enough to know Ezequiel probably wouldn’t want it anyway.
Guadalupe went to the hospital alone.
Desmond couldn’t reach her no matter what. Looking at the heavy rain, he had a bad feeling.
Just then, he got the news that she had a car accident.
