Hellbound With You – Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Crazy

Abigail knew she sounded like a madwoman.

“You’re crazy, Abi,” a whisper in her head told her—but oddly, she didn’t feel crazy. She was completely sane and clearheaded.

This was the most daring thing she had ever done, and the most terrifying. Yet she was calmer than ever, more certain than ever.

The man directed a gaze of disbelief at her. His eyes pierced her as if trying to pry into her soul, but when he saw her unwavering look, he shook his head.

He couldn’t understand this fragile little creature before him. Everyone yearned for heaven, yet this girl wished to experience hell. He was stupefied. She might be the most intriguing person he had ever met.

“Yellow, what’s your name?” he finally asked.

“Abi… Abigail Chen.”

*”Abigail…” *he echoed her name, fiddling with her yellow scarf again. Her name on his lips sounded so nice.

He seemed to be thinking, looking into her eyes, before a wicked, devastating smile appeared on his face.

*”Sorry, but…” he started, letting his gaze travel from her head to her toes, “I’m not interested in unattractive girls.”

His comment, and that playful smirk, aggravated her. Usually, she was unaffected by judgmental remarks about her looks. She didn’t care what others said—but why did this man’s words rattle her so much?

“Just you wait! I will prove to you how attractive I can be!” Abigail retorted quickly. She didn’t know how she managed to speak like this—she usually ignored such things—but now she found herself challenging him. Even she was surprised at her boldness.

The man chuckled, fascinated.

“Yellow, you really are unbelievable,” he said, then his expression shifted. The corner of his lips turned down. “But I’m serious. I’m not into little girls.”

“Ina Song is just two years older than me,” she argued, not backing down.

*”Miss Song is… a mature, sexy woman. And you…” He raised an eyebrow. “Even though you’re two years younger, you look like a granny.”

Abigail was getting more and more agitated. No one had ever made her feel this way before. Today, she had purposely dressed to look unattractive: pigtails, fake thick glasses, and a long, boring winter coat. She had aimed to look unappealing.

“I purposely dressed like this today,” she hissed bravely. If only she had known she’d meet this man, she might have at least made herself a little presentable.

“Oh… really?”

“I will show you.”

The man snickered, shaking his head in disbelief. A strange, dangerous glimmer appeared in his eyes as he stared at her, then abruptly vanished as his hand landed on her head.

“Go home, Yellow. It’s late.” He smiled and entered his car.

“Wait!” she called, but he only waved before driving off, leaving her astounded and unexpectedly upset.

Abigail was incredibly frustrated. Pouting, brow furrowed, she entered her car. She couldn’t understand why this rude man affected her so much. She was used to rejection and mockery, yet her heart still pounded. Was it the aftershock of her bravery? That was the only sensible reason she could think of.

Shaking her head, she started the engine, when someone knocked on her window.

A man stood there, smiling. He wore a black leather jacket and was unbelievably handsome. Was something wrong with this place? Why did overly good-looking men keep appearing?

Abigail didn’t dare roll down the window immediately. Her eyes first searched for CCTV cameras. Seeing one above her car, she relaxed slightly but remained hesitant.

“You’re so damn outrageous, Abigail! You didn’t fear offering yourself to that scary stranger, but now you’re afraid to open the window to this pleasant one?!” she muttered to herself.

The man knocked again, flashing a pleasant smile. “I have something to give you,” she read his lips.

Sighing, she finally rolled down the window.

*”Hello, Miss…” *he grinned, flashing his white teeth. Another stunning man—but compared to the ruthless one, he seemed gentler.

“What is it? Do you need something?” she asked politely. He leaned in and gave her a piece of paper.

“If you want to meet that man again, just contact me, and I’ll tell you where to find him,” he said, smiling kindly. He had a pleasant aura, though Abigail sensed he was dangerous too.

“That man?” she creased her brows.

“Mm. The cold man who told you you’re unattractive.” He grinned. Abigail blinked, frustration returning.

“You know him?”

He nodded.

“Why would you want me to meet him?”

“Because you want to show him that his judgment is wrong. Let’s just say I’m helping you prove your point.” He grinned, encouraging her.

Abigail was confused, but before she could say more, he spoke again:

“You don’t want to? Did you already change your mind?”

As he began to retract his hand, Abigail quickly took the piece of paper.

He smiled in satisfaction and moved away.

“Bye-bye, Miss Yellow! See you!” He waved, then disappeared, leaving Abigail blinking in confusion and curiosity, staring at the note in her hand.