Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404 A Wrecked Car

Chapter 404 A Wrecked Car

Each thud on the glass made her heart quiver.

“So, will you marry me?” Wilbur asked bluntly.

Kylie didn’t know.

She could guess that if she didn’t marry Wilbur, Stephen would just find some other wealthy man to marry her off to.

Kylie didn’t know how to answer.

“I’m in love with someone else,” Wilbur said.

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“Then why haven’t you refused? Why even ask me? Do you think I’m the type to chase after someone who doesn’t want me?” Kylie

asked

She had no idea about any of this.

“And why did you come find me? You’ve already made up your mind, yet you ask me this. Is it because your family has power and you want to flaunt it? To humiliate me?” She asked, her voice full of hurt innocence.

“That’s not what I meant,” Wilbur said, lowering his head.

He really didn’t mean it that way. Ryan was the mayor now. The arrangement between Ryan and Stephen was something he couldn’t interfere with. He just thought that if neither of them wanted this, they could at least stand together to oppose it.

Maybe that would work.

He hadn’t expected her to be so upset. “If you don’t want to get married either, we can try to fight it together.”

There might still be a chance.

After all, parents usually loved their children. And Kylie was a daughter-most fathers doted on their daughters, right?

Stephen will probably consider Kylie’s feelings.

But Wilbur was wrong.

Kylie felt utterly wretched.

No one wants me. Not a single person.

pened the car door and got out.

his question right now. She would have to leave Stephen’s household eventually. In that case, finding

be her only choice.

ithout her noticing. Kylie walked down the street, not caring how she looked.

etreating figure but didn’t try to stop her. He started the car and drove away.

minutes after Wilbur left, Kylie realized her phone was still in his pocket.

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Chapter 404 A Wrecked Car

withur had pulled over, leaning against his car, lost in thought. He stuck firs hands in his pockets and felt the phone.

He pulled it out, and the bright lock screen lit up.

It was a sunny, vibrant photo.

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Kylie wore a light green floral sundress and a huge sun hat, standing by the ocean with the wind in her hair. Her smile seemed brighter than the waves.

The sea breeze lifted her hair and made her skirt flutter, outlining her perfect figure.

Wilbur could see her free-spirited, open nature in that single image.

Yet just moments ago, she had been crying.

Who knew where she was now, hiding somewhere, hurting?

Who would want to marry a thirty-year-old man? Especially a modern woman in her early twenties with her own career. She wouldn’t just give in.

Wilbur sighed, put the phone away, got back in the driver’s seat, and decided to go look for her.

He couldn’t just leave her stranded on the street.

Wilbur drove back the way he came. A familiar car sped past him, and he glanced over.

It was the same white car that had been next to Ashley.

The summer rain began to fall harder again.

Wilbur found Kylie by the side of the road, trying to drag a man away from the pavement.

A wrecked car was in the middle of the street.

The rear end was smashed in. Gasoline dripped steadily onto the pavement, and a thin wisp of smoke rose from the front hood.

It was Isabelle’s car.

The man Kylie was pulling was Bruce.

She got him propped against a tree. Blood seeped from a cut on his forehead, mixing with the rain as it ran down his temple, over his cheek, and dripped from his chin onto his black T-shirt, where it vanished.

He was dazed, unable to speak, his eyes fixed on the car. His lips moved, forming the words “Mrs. Cross,” but no sound came out.

Wilbur quickly parked and rushed over to help.

Kylie stumbled to the passenger side, looking helpless.

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