Love the Second Time Around

Chapter 21

Chapter 21 You Are Not A Good Guy Either

I sniffled, staring at him sadly. It was weird that he showed up here, but at least I wasn’t alone anymore, so I went into the car as he told me to.

However, he didn’t even look at me after I got in. “Drive,” Dominic told Calvin.

Calvin revved the car up right after I settled down, and I looked at Dominic. “Were you following me?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. You pulled a prank on me and made a run for it. I’m just here to get my employee back.”

Well, he had a point. Dominic was a fierce guy, but at least he was better than that b*stard Julius. Thanks to him, I was feeling slightly better, so I stole some glances at him.

Dominic was still as inscrutable as ever, and he was looking straight ahead. His eyelashes were so long that I couldn’t help but keep staring at him.

Then he pointed out my rude behavior without even batting an eye, “Stop staring at me. If you keep this up, you’re gonna drool all over in the car.”

His remark enraged me, and I roared at him, forgetting the fact that I was his caregiver. “Can’t even look at you? Why did you show your face then? It’s not like I can do anything else other than ogling it. Besides, I can ogle whoever I like. It’s none of your business anyway.”

“Of course it is my business. I’m not your boyfriend or anything, so you staring at me makes me uncomfortable. No, to be precise, I feel disgusted.”

Wow, I couldn’t believe he just insulted me right off the bat. Was he like a talk show host or something? Damn, I wanted to bite him, but I held my rage down and shifted the topic to his life.

My gaze turned toward his crotch deliberately and asked, “Does it still hurt?”

I asked that because I saw him holding his crotch when he crashed into the coffee table. Since it was getting out of control at that time, I had to escape.

His face fell when he heard my question. “Damn you. Do you want it to still hurt?”

Hey, I didn’t say anything. If anything happens, it’s on you. Even so, I apologized, “Sorry for that. It won’t happen again, I swear.” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Dominic didn’t accept my apology, so he kept mocking me, “So, chased out of the house, huh? You can’t go up against your husband and his mother, not when you’re this weak. I wonder why, though? Did you use up all your edge when you dumped me?”

He sounded as cool as a cucumber, but I was hurt by what he said. The breakup wasn’t something I would like to mention, so I didn’t understand why he kept mocking me with it. Hey, if it was anyone’s fault, it was yours, okay?

“Stay out of my business and stay in your lane.” I looked outside the window, refusing to continue the conversation.

“D’you think I like this? I’m just trying to keep you alive so I can collect my debt.”

“Hah, I won’t die that easily, and I’ll clear my debt. But get off your high horse. You’re the same kind of scumbag as he is. The only difference here is your goal.”

At that moment, I was getting more and more frustrated. I just got out of a big fight, and now Dominic kept mocking me. Curses. Is fate trying to pull a prank on me?

Upon that, Dominic was stunned for a moment, then he commented coolly, “Yeah, scumbags live the longest, so I guess I’ll keep being one. Can’t let you off that easily, can I?”

Infuriated, I shut my eyes, trying to block his face out of my sight. He was getting insufferable, so I wanted to leave right away. “Stop the car!”

Calvin ignored me, of course, so I shot Dominic a glare, but all he did was arch an eyebrow. Left with no choice, I slumped back against the seat. “Where are you guys taking me to?”

Dominic answered unhesitatingly, “I have an appointment tonight, but my partner got into some trouble, so she has to sit this one out. Well, I have to get someone, so that’s why you’re here.”

Huh? Aren’t I just a caregiver? This is way above my pay grade. ”No. That’s your problem, not mine,” I refused.

“I’m not asking for your permission. You owe me, so you’re in no position to negotiate,” he answered matter-of-factly.

That was the last straw. I stared at him angrily, asking, “What do you want? I told you I’d clear your name, but you said no. That’s not my fault, so why do you still dwell on it after all this time? Are you a man? Just get this over with!”

As soon as I finished, I hurled my phone. “Do you want me to die for you before you’re satisfied?”

Dammit, my luck was as rotten as it could be. Why was everyone threatening me left, right, and center? Was I really that much of a pushover? Was that how everyone thought of me? Nothing but a pushover?

I thought Dominic would fly into a rage after that, but to my surprise, he was still as calm as ever. His resting b*tch face was still as annoying as usual too. But that was really weird because he used to be someone who loved to laugh, and he was always happy.

Fast forward to this day, and Dominic looked like he overdosed on Botox. He had the same expression 24/7, and I knew if I had to see him every day, I’d probably get depressed.

“Well, if you’re not going, then forget it. Galaxy Corporation’s boss is attending the party tonight, so I was going to help you out with your copyright and see if they would give you a bigger cut. But since you’re not interested in money, then please get out.”

Hearing that, I froze up for a moment. Yes, he was doing it out of goodwill, but I wasn’t selling my copyright anyway, so there was no need to accept his help. I was going to get out, but then I remembered Julius’ threat.

Julius wanted me to cough up five hundred thousand for him, or else he wouldn’t sign the papers, and he would harass my family at their workplace as well. It seemed like I really needed the money.

Even if I couldn’t give him five hundred thousand, at the very least, I had to cough up the betrothal gift. Eventually, I made a decision. Just when Dominic was about to tell Calvin to stop, I smiled at him.

“Wait. I can be your partner for the night. No big deal!”

Dominic saw through my acting, and his face fell. He clicked his tongue in disgust, but he said nothing more to me. A short while later, we stopped before a classy boutique. Calvin then went to take the wheelchair in the trunk and helped Dominic up.

I tugged on his sleeve, whispering concernedly, “I don’t have any money on me, so I can’t afford any clothes here. Can I attend the event without a dress?”

Dominic shot me a look of disdain. “What? Do you think you can attend the ball wearing nothing but your dolman? This is tacky as hell.”

I quickly looked at my getup, which was a simple one. I was wearing a dolman, a pair of jeans, and a pair of sneakers. It was the typical getup of a student.

He glanced at me for a moment, then he “graciously” announced, “Alright, don’t waste my time. I’ll buy a dress for you, but I’m putting this on your tab.”

Oh God, please no. I have a bad feeling about this. ”How am I paying then?”

“Take a guess.” He gave me a smile that sent a chill down my spine.

Crap.

“Can I say no?”

Upon that, he gazed at me sharply but answered in an eerily calm tone. “You can try.”