Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 57 I Want You To Come And Tell Me Yourself

After a long time, he asked with an embarrassed smile, "Move back? To?"

In fact, it was just that the thing has changed so fast and he could not accept it for now, so he

deliberately asked me again.

"I moved back to where I used to live. I thought that we were not suitable, so I came back!"

I bit my lower lip and tried to lie to Vincent.

However, Vincent laughed as if he didn't believe what I said at all. He softly said, "Stop it. I'll be back

tonight if you miss me, okay?"

"No, you don't understand what I mean. I really went back to Christopher! " Then I simply said,

"Vincent, as I said, we are not suitable and shouldn't live together. Christopher and I are husband and

wife anyway, which was why I moved back!"

My words have been so clear, and Vincent naturally should understand. He paused for half a minute

before suddenly yelling at me angrily. "Jasmine, are you insane? Why can't you just f*cking leave that

man?"

After he finished scolding, I then said with all my courage, "yes, I'm insane. I can't live without

Christopher. Just because he is my first love! I'm already a slut. You're so excellent and rich. You can

be with any woman you want. Why bother me all the time?"

Vincent didn't want to hear my 'bullshit' at all. Without waiting for me to finish, he said angrily, 'Just you

wait. I'll be back this afternoon. If you dared not to see me, I'll kill Christopher!"

After that, without waiting for my reply, he angrily hung up. I called him again as to I wanted to let him

down, but he hung up determinedly.

No matter how I annoyed him before, he never hung up like this. But this time it was a special case. I

thought he must hate me so much he even didn't want to hear my voice

I didn't know if he would really go back in the afternoon. If it so, how should I face him?

Christopher must have been listening at the door the whole time. When he saw that I had hung up on

Vincent, he came in. He asked me calmly, "Did you make it clear to him?"

I threw my phone angrily onto the bed. Without looking at Christopher, I said, "I did, but he didn't agree.

He said he'd talk to me this afternoon. If I don't want to see him, you are in danger!"

Christopher raised his head and said haughtily, "I'm not afraid of him. If he wants to come, just come!"

Even if Vincent was stronger than him, Christopher might not be at a disadvantage in a duel. The only

problem was, would a person like him personally fight Christopher?

"Vincent has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. If he really wants to fight you, he definitely won't just use

violence!" I glared at Christopher, deliberately threatening him.

Seeing that my attitude was so cold, he menaced, "That will depend on how you handle it. If it doesn't

go well, no one is gonna be happy!"

"..." I looked up at Christopher, speechless. Suddenly I felt a little frustrated and lied on the bed. I didn't This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

want to talk to him anymore. "I'll do my best!"

In no more than three hours, Vincent called me and asked me out to see him. He probably directly

drove back after hanging up the phone. City B was far from City S, so he must drive very fast.

When Vincent called me, I was asleep. By this time it was a little dark, but not completely. The doorbell

rang and I woke up immediately. When I picked up the phone and saw that it was Vincent, my head

suddenly swelled!

He really called me. Was this a sign that he was already here?

But I kept sleeping in the past three hours, without even thinking about how to convince him the fact

that I had been back with Christopher!

I looked at Vincent's call and was stumped. I didn't pick it up until the rang ended. Then he called me

again but I still didn't answer it, as I really didn't know what to say. Finally, he texted me.

"I am downstairs. Get out of there. Don't force me to go up!"

I rubbed my swollen temple, then put on a coat and went to the living room.

Christopher was still sitting on the sofa in the living room. Seeing me get dressed, he paused for a

moment before asking suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"Vincent is downstairs. He wants to talk to me!" I snapped.

Christopher suddenly stood up, looking a little nervous. He looked at me coldly and said, "You won't

follow him and never come back, will you?"

I laughed loudly. "Don't you still have my nude photographs in your hand? How dare I walk away with

him? Rest assured I'll be back sooner or later anyway!"

Thereupon I went out in a rage. I even deliberately shut the door with a "bang."

Vincent was really downstairs. As soon as I stepped out of elevator, I saw him leaning against his car,

staring at me with a serious expression. When he saw me come out, his eyes flashed murderously.

Before I could get to him, he opened the door and got into the car by himself while shouting at me. "Get

in!"

I knew he was about to take me back, but I still didn't dare get into his car, as once I got in, I would

never be able to get out.

I stood two yards from his car, ashamed. Vincent had already got into the car. Seeing me stay still, he

was so angry he almost exploded. "I asked you to get in. Did not you hear me?"

"Let's talk here. I won't go with you. I'll go back later!" I said stubbornly to Vincent.

Vincent was directly angry with me and he swore this time, "Go back home? Try then!"

I knew that we shouldn't keep arguing like this, so I said to him in a euphemistic tone, "Vincent, didn't

you come to talk to me? Why couldn't we just talk here? My feet are injured, so I can't go far!"