Chapter 135

Chapter 135 “Infact, I don’t want to be friends with you anymore,” Amy said.

“All good. I don’t want to be friends with you anymore too.” Broderick motioned for her to get away from his car and she moved away. He got inside his car and started the ignition of the car, he lowered the window and said,” One more thing, I will send you and that bastard out of North Hill.”

Fear gripped Amy’s heart as she heard him say this. Did he really have the capacity to send his brother out of North Hill? Thought they are equally powerful? Didn’t they both bear the surname, Alessandro?

Broderick was almost driving away angrily but he remembered the day he sent Amy away angrily only for her to be a victim of kidnapper. No matter how angry he becomes, he must always be rational and reasonable in thinking.

“Get inside the car, I’ll drive you home.”

“It’s not necessary anymore. Afterall, we are no longer friends.” “I brought you here so it’s my responsibility to take you back to your house, Miss Cleo,” Broderick said. This place was too dangerous indeed. It will be better for him to drive her home. She got inside his car and he began to drive.

There was a weird silence between the both of them for the next fifty seconds that the car had been moving. The atmosphere in the car was too tense that Amy’s throat became very dry despite how cool the car was.

“Mr. Broderick!” Amy glanced at his angry but handsome side profile,” I made a little bit of research about your late mistress and one of the things I found out was that she assured herself was that she will never forgive you unless you love her. Loving her is the only reward she want for the pain you have caused her in the past.”

“How can I love her when she’s dead? She should have stayed alive and see if I won’t eventually love her. I’m broken and I’m just trying to gather the peices. It will definitely take me time. Also, I get angry easily, as you can see. I’m scared to even fall in love. I may just be hurting her everytime when I get angry. I’m working on myself and my character and that too...will take time.”

“Why did you make so much research about my late mistress, though you seem so interested in her?” Broderick asked.

“I looked like her and I know that many people in different occasion will be deceived to think I am her. So I researched to know everything about her.

It’s an harmless research.” Amy responded.

The atmosphere between them was now becoming less tense.

“I think you need to work on your anger, Mr. Broderick. It’s so scary,” Amy added but Broderick didn’t say any word.

“I won’t be able to attend your wedding with Theresa cause it’s on that same day that I’m getting married to Mr. Michael. I’m sorry!”

Broderick remained quiet still and when Amy reasoned that he seemed not to be in a good mood, she stopped talking.

His car soon pulled over before her house, Amy spoke again,” Mr. Broderick, you use to go everywhere you want to go with escorts, why are you suddenly driving alone? Isn’t it too dangerous for you?”

“A dead man is not scared of death,” Broderick said and opened the door by her side,” you can get down. Don’t worry, after today, you won’t see me anymore.” Those last words hold so much meaning that it gave Amy goosebumps, “what do you mean by your last words? and why are you referring to yourself as a dead man?” Amy of course cared for him a lot, afterall, she loved him. But she had to hide her feelings until she was sure that he love her back. Only then can she reveal to him that she was actually Amy.

“I stopped living ever since I found out that my late wife was a cheat. This is not whom I use to be, Miss. Cleo? If people who are close to me, Barren Mother Give Birth To Sextuplets To The Hot CEO Chapter 134 Hello, Mr. Brent Chapter 350 The CEO’s Surrogate Wife Chapter 922 Happiness Is Simple expecially my late mum tells you about my personality when my late wife was alive, you will adore me so much. Did you know that some heartbreak don’t just break your heart? It actually damages it. When your heart is damaged, you can only live as a shadow of your true self,” Broderick said from a bitter heart.

“You do not deserve a man like me, I’m not worthy of you. Now that I think of it, if we get close, I do not have the capacity to make you happy, all I can cause you is pain,” Broderick swallowed painfully, “if my brother will make you happy... go for him! I’ll let my already rupturing heart whither away.”

Tears streamed down from Amy’s eyes as she heard him speak. How broken was this man?

Amy placed his hand on his palm while looking at his blue eyes that was litered with agony, anguish and pain.

“Seems you and your brother have a horrible past, would you like to tell me about it?” She asked.

“Get out of my car, Miss. Cleo,” Broderick said, his anger taking over again.

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