Chapter 41: Not my type

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“ I can't believe you. How could you do that!?,” Eloise yelled at him, “ Do what?” he asked plainly, like he had no idea what she was talking about. Eloise scoffed, she could feel her blood boiling hot inside her veins. “ You nearly hit someone!” she shouted, pointing to the back as if the man was behind them. He didn't reply immediately, rather, he swirled the wheel, changing direction. “ So now you can speak?” he asked coolly, “Haven't you been giving me cold shoulders?” “ Since when have I ever given you warm shoulders?” “ Fair,” he muttered, “ But don't you think you owe me an apology?” Holly! Molly! Eloise threw herself back on the seat, clenching her fist so hard as she screamed internally. She felt pushed to the edge of losing her cool. ‘How can someone be this infuriating

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