Hellbound With You – Chapter 7
Chapter 7 Nex
The man in the back passenger seat, lazily leaning his head on the headrest with eyes closed, finally moved upon hearing her voice. He opened his eyes and turned to look at her.
“Yellow…” he mumbled. He stepped out and, seeing the damage to his car, lazily leaned on the car door, arms crossed. He wore a long black coat and looked breathtaking. His black wardrobe, ink-black hair, and the black Lamborghini behind him made his pale skin even more striking. He seemed otherworldly, like someone who only existed in dreams. His features were unlike anything from the human world.
Abigail didn’t wear her thick glasses that day, nor did she braid her hair. Her clothes were unflattering as usual, and she wore no makeup.
“U-uhm… M-mr. Qin! I’m so sorry!” she bowed. “I tried to—”
“Avoid hitting the deer,” he interrupted. His voice was deep and pleasant, just as she remembered.
“Yes, that’s right. I wasn’t speeding, please believe me.”
“If I say I believe you, do you think that solves the problem?”
“Uhm… I… h-how much do you think the cost will be to repair your car?” she swallowed. He just smirked, amused by her nervousness.
“Mr. Wang, how much do you think this will cost to fix?”
“This damage might cost a hundred thousand dollars,” the old man replied. Abigail felt her blood run cold. Where could she possibly get such an amount?
Still stunned, she watched as the man chuckled. He moved closer, eyes on her yellow scarf. “Why are you always wearing yellow scarves?”
Abi finally snapped out of her shock. “Because I only have yellow scarves at home.”
“Oh, amusing.” He smiled, lips curling. “You love yellow, huh?”
“I like all colors. My mother loved seeing yellow scarves on me, so she made a lot.”
“Hmm… indeed, your mother is right. Bright yellow suits you.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She liked that he didn’t mock her or call her a sunflower like everyone else. But wait… were they really discussing her yellow scarf in this situation?!
“Uhm… Mr. Qin, about the damage to your car… I… I…” Abi stammered. She had no money to pay, and if her family found out, her father might collapse.
As she struggled, he chuckled again. What was so funny about this situation?
Abigail looked at him, confused, when he leaned closer.
“You really are amusing, Miss Chen. You didn’t look this pale and troubled when you offered yourself to me. Your sense of danger is pretty messed up, little lamb,” he said, flashing his breathtaking, wicked smirk.
Somehow, there was truth in his words. She was acting as though this situation was far scarier than that night, but to her, it was terrifying—she could go to jail, or have to work off a huge debt with the little time she had left in life.
Remembering that night sparked an idea in Abi. She moved closer, looking up at him with big, clear eyes. “Mr. Qin, do you pay your contracted girlfriends?” she asked, innocent yet firm, extremely determined.
The man raised a brow. “And why are you asking?”
Abigail fell silent, but someone else spoke first.
“You already know what she means. I don’t understand why you’re refusing such an offer from a cute lady like her,” said a voice. Abi turned and saw Mr. Black Leather standing by the black car, resting his chin on his palm. He had been inside the car as well.
Meeting his eyes, the man smiled. “Hello, Miss Chen. Actually, you’re right. He compensates his contracted girlfriends… by a LOT.” Abigail immediately returned her gaze to Mr. Qin.
For a moment, she saw him throw a deathly glare at Mr. Black Leather, but it vanished the instant he looked back at her.
“Mr. Qin, I want to be your next contracted girlfriend,” she declared. Her voice was decisive; there was no hesitation in her eyes.
