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Chapter 385
Chapter 385:
Cole burst through the front doors of the restaurant. He practically ripped the Maybach door open and threw himself into the back seat.
“Her apartment,” Cole snarled at his driver. His voice was thick with a dark, violent energy. “Now p>
The driver flinched and slammed his foot on the gas pedal. The massive car surged forward, tearing through the wet streets of Manhattan.
Cole slumped against the leather seat. He raised both hands and gripped his own hair, pulling so hard his scalp burned. The veins on the backs of his hands stood out, thick and blue.
He wanted to kick her door down. He wanted to wrap his hands around her throat and demand why she was throwing herself at another man.
But as the Maybach finally pulled onto her quiet street and stopped outside her building, the violent rage suddenly vanished.
It was replaced by a cold, paralyzing terror.
𝘛𝗵𝗲 𝘣𝖾ѕ𝘁 r𝘦а𝘥𝗂ng е𝗑𝘱еr𝗂en𝖼𝖾 𝗼𝘯
He was terrified of what he might see. He was terrified that June would walk into the lobby with Brogan’s arm around her waist. If he saw that, he was certain his heart would physically stop beating.
Cole’s broad shoulders collapsed. All the energy drained out of his muscles. He sank down into the seat, looking exactly like a hollowed-out ghost.
“Leave the engine running,” Cole rasped, his throat feeling as though it were coated in sandpaper. “Just park here p>
The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror with wide, careful eyes, but said nothing.
The black Maybach slid into the deep shadows across the street from the apartment building. Cole locked his bloodshot eyes onto the glowing revolving doors of the lobby and decided to wait.
He was going to sit there all night. He was going to see with his own eyes whether she brought that man home.
The billionaire CEO of the Compton Group had reduced himself entirely to a shivering stalker hiding in the dark outside his wife’s door.
The sky above Manhattan slowly turned a bruised, pale grey.
Cole had not closed his eyes for a single second.
His eyes were completely bloodshot, the whites stained with thick red veins. His expensive suit was wrinkled beyond recognition. The air inside the car was heavy with the smell of stale breath and pure exhaustion.
He shoved the heavy car door open and stepped onto the sidewalk. His legs felt like lead, but he forced himself forward, moving like a reanimated corpse, completely numb to the cold morning air.
He walked through the revolving glass doors of June’s luxury apartment building.
The lobby manager behind the marble desk looked up, his eyes widening at the sight of the disheveled billionaire. Cole ignored him completely.
He walked to the plush velvet sofa in the center of the lobby and sat down heavily. He locked his dead, terrifying eyes directly onto the metal doors of the elevator bank.
At exactly 8:00 AM, a soft chime echoed through the lobby.
Ding.
The polished metal doors slid open.