The One That Got Away...But Came Back

Chapter 3 Flirting With Her

She swallowed with embarrassment, trying to say something.

"After all, it was all your fault back then." Carl's voice was full of sarcasm. His words annoyed Joyce.

She pushed him away and said excitedly, "It's all my fault? If it weren't for you..."

When she tried to settle the score with him, she met his cold eyes, as cold as snow in winter. There was not a trace of emotion, which extinguished her desire to defend herself in an instant.

There was no point in saying it. She was just humiliating herself.

She was a loser in this relationship anyway.

"Well, it's all my fault. I'll make it up to you, okay? What's the big deal?" she said with a self-deprecating smile.

Carl couldn't believe that she admitted her mistakes so quickly. He remembered that she was not the kind of girl who would give up resistance so easily.

Surprised, he looked at her with an inscrutable expression.

Eager to end the embarrassing chance encounter, Joyce fumbled in her pocket for a purse, trying to give some money to Carl as mental compensation. But it occurred to her that she had left her purse at home when she found her purse was nowhere to be found. She was more embarrassed.

Carl looked at her coldly.

She lowered her head with embarrassment, eager to disappear right now.

"Well, what's your bank number? I'll transfer it to you."

Fortunately, she immediately remembered that she could transfer the money by phone.

She quickly clicked on her phone screen, only to find that it was crashed.

"Damn it, why is it out of battery at this time?" she thought.

"Humph," Carl snorted lightly. Joyce thought his tone was tinged with irony even though he didn't mean it.

"It was an accident!" Her face blushed with embarrassment and anger.

"Oh."

Joyce gritted her teeth. "Can you lend me your phone? I want to call my friend."

Carl's hand in his pants pocket moved slightly, and then he said calmly, "No. I didn't bring it with me today."

Joyce was speechless.

He must be lying. How could someone not bring a phone with him?

But she couldn't search him. She calmed herself down and took out a business card from her car and wrote down her phone number on the back.

"Call me later. I'll pay you as much as I can."

Carl took the card and glanced at the words on it with a slight frown.

"Well..." Joyce looked up at him and said, "I have to go. Goodbye!"

However, she was pulled back upon turning around.

"You think I'll let you go so easily?" Carl said, with a cold light in his eyes.

Her evasive attitude rendered him indescribably upset. It was she who had tried hard to hold onto him.

Joyce frowned at her painful wrist. "What else do you want?"

Carl sneered at her reluctance and snatched her car key. "I have something urgent to do. I'll drive your car home," he said.

"Wait!" Joyce tried to stop him, but he had already gotten in the car.

"Get in." He rolled down the window and motioned for her to get in.

But Joyce stood still. "You can take a taxi."

"You smashed my car. Why should I take a taxi?"

"Then I'll take a taxi."

"It's up to you." Carl started the car with a sneer as if he really wanted to leave her behind.