The One That Got Away...But Came Back

Chapter 2 It Was Your Fault

If you ran into your ex-boyfriend without makeup and even washing your hair, how would you feel?

Joyce only felt extremely regretful.

To save her face, she could only reply in a broken voice, "You... you have the wrong person. I'm not..."

She then quickly turned around and ran away as if being chased by a ghost.

After running for a while, she slowed down her pace, wondering in confusion what Carl was doing here and if he came here for destroying the lock.

"Why does he care so much about the lock? He couldn't get over me?" she thought.

While she was lost in exaltation, cold rain poured down and drenched her all over.

The rain got her head screwed on. She laughed at her own foolishness.

"What am I thinking about? He's never loved me, so how can it possible that he couldn't get over me?" she thought.

Shaking her head slightly, she walked quickly into the underground parking lot and towards her car.

After taking two or three steps, however, she saw a boy in his teens smashing the window of a car with a hammer, trying to steal something from the car.

"Hey! What are you doing?" she shouted.

Scared by her words, the boy hurriedly threw away the hammer and ran away.

Joyce ran to her car in high heels to check her own car. Luckily, it was intact. She breathed a sigh of relief.

But the Land Rover was damaged. The window glass beside the driver's seat was smashed to the ground.

"Unlucky you."

Joyce picked up the hammer on the ground and weighed it in her hand. It was quite heavy.

Just as she was hesitating whether she should call the police or call the owner of the car, a familiar male voice came from behind her. "Joyce."

Carl caught up to her.

Startled by it, Joyce turned around and accidentally smashed the rear-view mirror with the hammer.

She was speechless.

And so was he.

"Ca... Carl... Long time no see..."

She cracked a wry smile at him since she couldn't pretend that she didn't see him this time.

Carl stood in front of her. He was so impressively handsome with his tall and straight figure that all women would be crazy for him at first glance.

He looked down at her with indifferent and distant eyes.

Joyce felt her heart throb with pain.

Carl cast a glance at the glass pieces and then at the hammer in her hand. "Why did you smash my car?" he questioned in a cold voice.

"Huh?" Joyce's face was surprised. She couldn't believe the Land Rover was his.

"I didn't." She immediately explained what had just happened, then pointed to the nearest surveillance camera calmly. "You can check on the camera videos if you don't believe me," she added.

However, the surveillance camera suddenly hung down a bit with a click and shook slightly, which showed that it was broken and nothing was recorded.

Joyce was speechless.

"I believe more in my own eyes than it."

Carl glanced at the broken rear-view mirror and then at the hammer in her hand again. Obviously, he didn't believe her.

Feeling insulted, Joyce plucked up her courage to defend herself. "Why should I smash your car?"

"Well." Carl looked at her with meaningful eyes. Narrowing his eyes, he approached her step by step.

With every step he took forward, Joyce would take a step back.

Her car was parked alongside his, so she soon found there was no further way to step back.

She was forced to lean against the car, paralyzed.

They had never been so close before. She could even feel his temperature and look straight into his eyes if she raised her eyes slightly.

It was so close that she could even hear a buzz in her head and hear their heartbeats.