Hearing Yusuf’s voice, Cyrus’s face darkened. In a swift motion, he snatched Mabel’s phone and tossed it straight out of the car window!
“My phone!” She stared at him in shock. Had he really just thrown her phone out the window like that?
“Why are you so controlling?” Mabel’s voice trembled with anger. She couldn’t believe how unreasonable he was being.
“Let me out!” She reached for the door handle, desperate to escape.
“No, you’re not! Where the hell do you think you’re going? To meet Yusuf?” Ever since he’d seen Yusuf’s public apology video, Cyrus had been seething with anger. The thought of Mabel forgiving Yusuf—and possibly reconciling with him—was driving him crazy.
Mabel tugged at the door, but it was locked. She turned to glare at him, snapping defiantly, “Who I date is none of
