The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 67

Hans let out a cold laugh and spat, “You’ve got some nerve showing your face here.”

He hung up and yanked Petty off the couch. “Come on.”

As they headed out, he grabbed her scarf and slung it around her neck without much care.

“Where are we even going?” Petty tried to fix the scarf, nearly choking in the process.

She hadn’t caught what the person on the phone said and just trailed after Hans, still half in a fog.

At the front door, Hans started pulling on his hiking boots, his face still showing signs of his rough night. “Come downstairs with me and you’ll see. Why all the questions? You think I’m going to sell you or something?”

Petty decided not to push it and just followed him down.

The moment they stepped out of the elevator, she suddenly stopped. “Where’s your mask?”

She remembered seeing him wearing a black mask pulled down to his chin when she got home. Now it had vanished.

Hans had a ton of fans, but just as many haters. If anyone snapped a picture of him ditching his film crew and it ended up online, the gossip would explode and he’d be looking at a tsunami of hate.

“It’s in my pocket. Get it out for me. My hand hurts,” Hans said, already walking ahead.

Petty hurried to catch up, reached into his right jacket pocket, and found the black mask. She grabbed his arm. “Stop moving. Stand still.”

He really had zero sense of how a celebrity should act.

Hans didn’t even bother trying to put the mask on himself, which made Petty mutter under her breath.

She unfolded the mask and, stretching up on her toes, slipped it over his face.

Once the mask was on, she automatically reached up to smooth his bangs, but her fingers brushed against his spiky short hair. That’s right, he’d just had a haircut.

Not wanting things to get awkward, she gave his head a quick pat. “Hans, did you get taller again?”

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