Chapter 95 Let It Go
Chapter 95 Let It Go
The two of them only looked at most 30% similar, yet Christian said as if Jaxon was his perfect copy!
Jaxon looked displeased.
Christian haughtily snorted coldly. His brows and eyes showed disdain, and he did not even hide it.
He did not even bother to reply to Jaxon.
The biggest trait of Jaxon was that he resembled him. Otherwise, would Anastasia even give him a second look?
Anastasia did not want to say much, so she bypassed Christian and was about to leave.
However, Christian grabbed her wrist. "I'll take you back."
Anastasia's tone was indifferent. "Let go."
Christian tightened his slender fingers, glanced at Jaxon, and restrained his arrogance in his tone.
"The doctor said Grandma is awake. Don't you want to visit?"
Anastasia's eyes flashed. She pursed her lips, hesitating.
Christian curled his lower lip. He was confident.
As expected, Anastasia turned around, looked at Jaxon, and said, "I'm going to see a patient first. See you later."
Jaxon nodded with a smile, not at all unhappy.
Christian turned around forcefully, half hugging Anastasia's shoulders, and walked away. Turning his head, he glanced at Jaxon with threatening and cold eyes. Anastasia broke away from his hand within a few steps, and Christian did not dare to force her again.
He smelled the perfume of a strange man on her coat.
He knew it belonged to that damned Jaxon.
Shameless and despicable!
Christian opened the car door for Anastasia personally. When she got in the car, her coat slipped on the seat.
Christian suddenly threw the unsightly coat on the ground.
As Anastasia's face turned cold, so did her voice. "Pick it up."
Christian's face was also very long. With suppressed fury in his chest, he deliberately pretended not to know and said with a sneer.
"It's just a lousy coat. If you want it, I'll buy you a new one!"
Anastasia looked at him indifferently, and the two looked at each other as if competing.
Christian could not believe it. Could he not even compare with a substitute's coat?
Impossible. She must have just wanted him to coax her.
He coughed and was about to speak, but Anastasia slammed the door and got out of the car, pushing him away hard.
Christian staggered back two steps in shock.
She watched her bend down to pick up that scum's coat, shake off the dust on it, then hang it on her arm.
Anastasia looked at him indifferently and said, "Christian, your face is nothing special. Don't get ahead of yourself."
She took out her phone and planned to call the driver.
Christian clenched his fists instantly.
His jaw was tense, and his heart was beating violently.
His voice was hoarse and complex. "Isn't it just a piece of clothing? Do you need to be angry with me? You're so mad at me, yet you say you don't care about me?"
He was really enraged and aggrieved, and he suppressed his emotions.
Forget it. He was going to humor her!
Why would she get mad at him if she was not deeply in love with him?
He was silent for two seconds, took two steps forward, and took away her phone. "Get in the car."
It was just a lousy coat. He was going to let it go!
Anastasia could help to roll her eyes when she saw Christian's changing expression.
He got into the car with her phone. Anastasia did not want to be involved here for too long, so she could only bend down and go back to the car.
She wants to see Grace sooner.
The atmosphere in the car was extremely stiff.
Both of them were very quiet.
Christian looked at Anastasia, who sat behind, held the coat, and not bothering to say a word. He felt more and more unhappy.
"Your taste has worsened after the divorce. I can't believe you'd be interested in someone like that guy."
Anastasia closed her eyes and sneered, "My taste has always been very low. Otherwise, I wouldn't have liked you at the beginning." Christian's face suddenly turned darker, and his hand holding the steering wheel tightened suddenly.
"Is that so?"