Free Web NovelChapter 56: Chapter 56: The Scar from Last Time Healed Too Fast
A flush bloomed on her skin where his warm breath had touched her, and her entire body temperature began to rise slowly.
This man’s actions were truly enough to make her heart leap into her throat.
Sitting in the back, Justin Sullivan saw the intimate display between Elliot Sheridan and Georgia Thorne, and the hand in his pocket couldn’t help but clench into a fist.
From his angle, it had just looked as if Elliot Sheridan had kissed the corner of Georgia Thorne’s mouth.
He couldn’t hear what Selena Sheridan was saying beside him. His mind was buzzing, and a fierce headache began to pound.
His cool gaze was fixed on only one thing: Georgia Thorne’s profile.
Three years had been an eternity for him.
He had spent day after day waiting, his dreams haunted by the sound of Georgia Thorne’s crying.
The letters he sent received no reply, and his heart had slowly withered.
When he left, Georgia Thorne was an innocent, romantic girl just awakening to the feelings of first love. When he returned, she was in the prime of her life.
He had considered the possibility that the reason Georgia Thorne never wrote back was because she had given her heart to another man.
The rest of the drive was silent. When the car stopped at the gate of the Sheridan Family’s estate, Selena Sheridan cheered, "We’re finally home!" and urged him to get out.
Justin Sullivan didn’t want to leave the car; he wanted to look at Georgia Thorne for a few moments longer.
His gaze was utterly avaricious, lingering until she, too, raised her eyes, and their gazes collided in the rearview mirror. freewebnoveℓ.com
He saw the shock in Georgia Thorne’s eyes before she quickly averted her head.
He gave a bitter smile and, at Selena Sheridan’s repeated urging, finally got out of the car.
"Uncle Elliot, Georgia, aren’t you two getting out?" Selena Sheridan asked, having taken a few steps before noticing that the two of them were still sitting in the car.
As if by some tacit agreement, neither of them had moved to get out.
Georgia Thorne glanced at the man beside her and bit her lip. She didn’t want to get out of the car because she couldn’t bear to be around Justin Sullivan.
Seeing Selena Sheridan’s intimacy with him was like a thorn piercing her heart, a pain so sharp it felt like it was drawing blood.
Elliot Sheridan spoke calmly, "I just remembered I have something to take care of at the office. You go on ahead. Your parents are waiting for you."
"But what about Georgia..."
Before Selena Sheridan could finish her question, Elliot Sheridan cut her off. "She’s busy too."
With that, before Selena Sheridan could even process what he’d said, Elliot Sheridan stepped on the gas and sped away.
Selena Sheridan blinked, watching the car disappear into the distance. She muttered, "That’s strange. How did Uncle Elliot know Georgia was busy too?"
"They seem to know each other well. What’s their relationship?"
When that man, Elliot Sheridan, looked at Georgia Thorne, his deep gaze seemed filled with an absolute certainty of possession.
His male intuition told him that Elliot Sheridan’s feelings toward Georgia Thorne were anything but ordinary.
He spoke guardedly. "It seems to me that they’re very close."
"Really?" Selena Sheridan asked, slow on the uptake.
’I didn’t think Uncle Elliot was acting any different from usual!’
Justin Sullivan glanced down at Selena Sheridan. "I guess I’m just overthinking it."
Selena Sheridan pouted. "Of course you were! Uncle Elliot is probably just looking out for Georgia as a favor to me."
Justin Sullivan was speechless.
’A man’s gaze toward a woman can mean many things.’
’I just hope it’s not the one I’m imagining.’
Meanwhile, in the car, Georgia Thorne watched the scenery fly backward on either side.
She didn’t know where this man was taking her, but she had no objections.
Perhaps it was because she relied on him deep down, so she felt no fear no matter where he drove.
After driving for a while, they reached a bustling downtown area. Elliot Sheridan pulled over to the side of a busy street and got out of the car.
Not knowing what he was planning to do, she wanted to get out with him.
But when she tried the handle, she found the door was locked.
He had taken the keys with him. She was trapped.
Georgia Thorne watched as Elliot Sheridan disappeared into the crowd, only to emerge again a few moments later.
He was carrying a bag when he got back in the car.
Before Georgia Thorne could get a clear look at what he’d bought, he tossed the bag onto the back seat with a flick of his wrist.
"Mr. Sheridan, I should be getting back," she said, her voice a little hoarse, still thick with unshed tears.
Elliot Sheridan turned his head to look at her, an icy chill radiating from his dark eyes.
She thought he would at least say something, but his gaze remained as cold as ever.
He didn’t say a word. As soon as the light turned green, he stomped on the gas and shot across the intersection.
Georgia Thorne felt awful, her eyes still red-rimmed.
The memory of the unfamiliar look in Justin Sullivan’s eyes made her fight back a fresh wave of tears.
Elliot Sheridan drove, and Georgia Thorne cried for the entire journey.
She didn’t even know when she had started crying, only that by the time she noticed, her face was already a mess of tears.
Beside her, Elliot Sheridan, steering with one hand, offered her a handkerchief.
She took it and turned her head to look out the side window.
Her reflection was a pathetic sight, her face streaked with tears.
Georgia Thorne didn’t know if Elliot Sheridan was aware that she was in love with Justin Sullivan.
Not that she cared whether he knew or not. It wasn’t as if it was some deep, dark secret anymore.
Georgia Thorne dried her tears and couldn’t help but find the situation laughable.
’Every time I hit rock bottom, this is the man by my side.’
The car came to a stop in front of Elliot Sheridan’s private apartment building.
Elliot Sheridan got out of the car. Georgia Thorne didn’t move.
She didn’t understand what Elliot Sheridan was doing. They were over. What could he possibly mean by bringing her back to the place where they had once made love?
Elliot Sheridan was not a patient man. When Georgia Thorne didn’t get out, he opened her door himself.
Gazing at the pale profile of the young woman beside him, he said, "You have two choices. One, you get out on your own. Two, I carry you out."
Georgia Thorne was speechless.
She looked up at the man, then hesitantly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car herself.
Before she could even get her footing, there was a loud SLAM as he forcefully shut the door.
He grabbed Georgia Thorne’s wrist and pulled her straight into the apartment building.
It was just the two of them in the elevator as it ascended, heading straight for his apartment.
Elliot Sheridan was angry. Even as his grip on her wrist tightened painfully, Georgia Thorne bit her lip and endured it without a sound.
DING. Elliot Sheridan strode out of the elevator, dragging a stumbling Georgia Thorne, who nearly fell.
Georgia Thorne had known Elliot Sheridan for some time, but she had never seen him this angry.
’I don’t understand why he’s so angry. He has no reason to be.’
Suddenly, she felt a surge of resistance toward him.
Just as she tried to pull her hand free, the man had already opened the door.
"El—"
She couldn’t even get his full name out before he gave her wrist a sharp tug, sending her stumbling into the apartment.
"Elliot Sheridan, what are you doing? Are you crazy? Have you forgotten that we’re over?!"
Dragged into the apartment, Georgia Thorne was filled with fear and panic. She craned her neck to glare up at the man who towered over her.
The man’s handsome face was reflected in her reddened eyes as Elliot Sheridan pressed her against the door.
"Georgia, you were with me for three years. Have you forgotten my rules so quickly?"
A wicked half-smile played on his lips as his elegant, bony hand slowly, gently, caressed her cheek.
His sharp, dark eyes locked onto her red lips. ’The scar from last time healed quickly,’ he thought.
Elliot Sheridan’s rules were simple: his woman had to be obedient. In every respect.
’In the past three years, I was always obedient,’ she thought. ’I never caused him any trouble.’
’But now... we’re long over.’
"Elliot Sheridan, let me go! We shouldn’t be doing this!"
She pushed with all her might but couldn’t budge the man in front of her, who was as solid as a rock.
Elliot Sheridan let out a soft chuckle, tilting her chin up. His smile was wicked. "Georgia, your disobedience is starting to make me very unhappy."
"Elliot, I..."
