Chapter 88

“Were you the one who fucked with the car? Did I crash because you did something so fucking stupid, Yoonah?” I spit them at him like bullets, fired with fury and venom that does not conceal my intense anger, and he pauses mid-move to standing. So he is semi-hunched at his desk, and all the color drains from his face. Freezing in place and his eyes widen like a rabbit in the headlights. It tells me everything I need to know.

“Why are you asking me that?” Yoonah swallows hard, his mouth drying, and he looks away from me to his desk and feebly shuts his laptop. Guilt all over him that it’s practically oozing between us.

“It was, wasn’t it? You thought you would piss him off by trashing the one thing he seemed to care about… Tell me…Yoonah, tell me!! Was it a rash and impulsive ploy to trash his car, or did you intend for him to crash it?” I demand answers, stalking over and thumping my fist on his desk, so I bruise my hand. Devastation is pouring out like molten lava, and