Chapter 77
Chelsea
Dylan was now sitting in the shotgun seat. His eyes were closed, but I was not sure if he was asleep.
“Hunny, are you sleeping? We're almost back at home,” I asked.
The anger that surged in my system after he suddenly stopped being all touchy and intimate to me earlier was still boiling.
“Dylan?” I called him again, but got no response still. I lightly tapped his arm, yet still nothing. Dylan was in a deep sleep.
“You make me go crazy worrying that you may recall Cherry in the middle of fucking, and now you're sleeping peacefully?” A smirk drew in my lips and I shook my head slightly.
I gave Dylan another glare, and then gripped the steering wheel tightly because I recalled what had happened in the police station.
The officer told me that Dylan came to rescue Cherry from all the inmates that I paid to beat her up. But when the ambulance left, Dylan snapped back to reality and didn't remember what exactly had happened.