Hansel sneered. âQuite impressive, Miranda. You seem to be having a good time, surrounding yourself with men.â His tone became vicious.â Who was that guy just now? What were you two doing upstairs?â
Mirandaâs smile vanished. She tried to break free as her wrist hurt from his viseâlike grip, but Hanselâs brute strength was too great. The more she struggled, the tighter he held on.
âHansel, let go of me!â Miranda cried.
âAnswer me first!â
Miranda furrowed her brows in pain. âWhatâs it to you?â
He retorted, âAs your exâboyfriend, isnât it normal for me to be concerned about your love life?â
Miranda chuckled and met his eyes. âSo, you do know that youâre my ex. Then, why are you here?â
Hansel hesitated for a moment. âCanât I just be passing by?â
At that moment, an old man approached them from the entrance of the alley.
He was muttering angrily, âWho parked their car at the entrance of the alley? Canât they see that the road is so narrow, and yet they are blocking the entrance? Just because they drive a sports car⦠Such poor manners, blocking the way for everyone elseâ¦â
Hanselâs expression darkened.
Miranda recognized the car that the old man had mentionedâit was Hanselâs Porsche, which was parked nearby.
She couldnât be bothered to figure out what Hansel was here. After tossing the trash, Miranda turned to him and said, âEven if I have a new
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boyfriend or two, itâs none of your business.
âWeâve broken up. Do I need to explain what that means? I will have nothing to do with your future, so donât interfere in my present or future either.â
She paused for a moment before continuing, âLetâs just be strangers. I donât know how you found this place, but please donât come here again. I donât want any misunderstandings with your girlfriend: Since you chose to give her a title, I hope youâll keep your word and be devoted to her.â
Sheâd been through the pain of betrayal herself; she didnât want Ingrid to go through the same suffering.
At her age, Ingrid should bloom freely like a flower and not waste her precious youth.
Everyone had the right to make their own choices in life. Since Hansel had chosen Ingrid, Miranda had chosen to break up with him. Both of them should take responsibility for their decisions.
Stunned, Hansel stood there for a long time, unable to react.
Miranda turned and walked away.
Hansel watched her retreating figure and felt a pang of panic for the first time. It felt like something that belonged to him was slipping away. Despite his best efforts, he had no way of holding on to it..
âAre you serious, Miranda?â
âYes,â She didnât even look back..
âYou used to say the same thing back thenâ¦â Hansel murmured.
Theyâd argued before, but none of their fights had made Hansel feel this panicked. The way she said that theyâd broken up was so matterâofâfact that it was as if sheâd truly never come back.
Hansel reached out, wanting to persuade her to stay. However, no words came out of his mouth. He was the one whoâd proposed breaking. up, and he was the one whoâd let go of her hand firstâ¦
Miranda returned home and sat down on the couch in silence. She wasnât surprised that Hansel had come by. Compared to their hasty breakup last time, this felt more like a real goodbye.
Hansel stood motionlessly downstairs for a long time after Miranda left. He was finally forced to leave when the frustrated old man was ready to call the police to tow his car away.
âHey, so this is your car? What is wrong with you? Iâve been yelling for ages! Are you deaf?â the old man grumbled.
Hansel slammed on the gas pedal and sped back to the mansion in just 20 minutes.
Martha was making soup in the kitchen. When she heard a loud bang, she thought something had fallen over.
The next second, she saw Hansel storming angrily across the living room. He headed upstairs without saying a word.
Marthaâs heart pounded with fear. What had set him off again this time?