An Ice Queen for sale (Alice)

Chapter 73 Break up

"I think you don't need us any longer. The doctor is on its way." Seth put his hand on my shoulder, then he nodded to Alice, and he walked out, followed by Sam. I was waiting for them to leave, then I turned to Alice. "Why the hell didn't you pick your phone up?" I asked her, and this time I couldn't hade my anger.

"Where the hell have you been?" She asked me also with anger. But just when I wanted to answer, Sam walked in with the doctor. The doctor worked for the Sullivans, so seeing me injured did not surprise him at all, and he asked nothing about how I got a bullet into my

arm.

"Mr. Sullivan, please, take a seat. I have to take the bullet out, and I have to treat your wound."Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"The bullet is out." I said, and I took a seat.

scene quietly.

It took about a half an hour for the doctor to treat my wound and bandage it. Allice watched the scen

"We are all done, Mr. Sullivan. I leave some painkillers for you, and do not soak the wound. I'll contact you about changing your bandage."

"Thank you." I nodded. He took his stuff, and he left.

I just looked at Alice, who lowered her head.

"How... how did you get hurt?"

"I got shot," I said seriously, with no kindness in my voice

"Why?" she asked, but this time she angered me more.

"Why didn't you answer your phone, Alice?" I asked her, but she just looked at me with a frown.

"Why didn't you answer yours? You said that I can call you and you would answer your phone any time, but you didn't. What do you think? I heard you many times with that whore. What did you expect?"

I sighed. Actually, what I really wanted was to stand up and disappear into my room, or in the cinema room, and let her be. Just like I always did with women when they annoyed me. This time I kept reminding myself it was Alice, my wife, who I loved.

I was fuming, but I knew I would have regretted every single word that I would have told her straight after they would slip out of my mouth

So, I took a few deep breaths while she just watched me.

"This is all the trust that I can get from you?" She frowned more, and I could see my question angered her

"Well, I'm sorry. I can't trust, you know? I recently had an altercation with your partner, who had repeatedly humiliated me. Afterwards, her friends, who may have been involved with you as well, confronted me in a restroom and demanded I stay away from you" This time, I frowned.

"I never touched them." I raised my voice this time, unable to believe that I got shot, and we argued because she was jealous.

"Then where have you been, and why did you get shot? Answer me." She nearly yelled the question to me, and her eyes filled with tears, but this time it didn't make me stop

"Do you really want to know where I've been? Okay. First, I had a surprise meeting with a coach for you. Then, I went to the club and almost finished my work before Seth came to give me information about your damn stepdad. And guess where he is? Here. Fucking here in LA. We went to the address, hoping we could find him, but instead of him we met Riccardo, you know, that asshole who is after you, and he shot me in my arm. Are you satisfied?" shouted at her. Her tears fell, but I didn't care. I lost control. She just watched me leave her in the living room. I walked up into my room and I took a bath before I laid in bed. Alone.

Alice

y and

untrustful with him. I should have known that, after he changed for me, he would

After he left, I sat on the sofa and sobbed. I regretted I was angry have done nothing that would have hit me.

Chapter 73 Break up

It's all happened because of me. He wanted to keep his promise and catch Charles, and I treated him like a cheater and questioned him instead of helping him and care about him.

I could feel how an

angry he

was. Many times I gave him reasons to be displeased with my behaviour, and he has never been so aggrieved as now

Okay, maybe when I performed when he forbade me to go on the ice, but that time we didn't know each other so much.

I didn't know what to do. There were many thoughts in my head. I thought maybe I would go up and apologise to him, but then I thought I couldn't take that if he would refuse me. I thought I was just going to sleep on the sofa, and he might miss me from next to him, and he would ask me to go up.

My tears fell, but I laid on the sofa, and I tried to sleep. I couldn't. It wasn't comfortable at all, but the worst part was, I couldn't stop myself from thinking.

A long time passed, and he didn't come for me. I sat up and I hugged my knees. Gideon probably needed a little more time, I thought, so I waited a little more. I so wanted him to miss me, but he didn't.

I sighed

I couldn't stop thinking about how angry he was and how he shouted at me. Could it mean our relationship was over? What if he just realised the age gap between us makes our relationship impossible? I lacked in experience of living with someone, of sex, and what if he just had enough? What if from now on he will ignore me, and he will go back to the life he lived before?

How much will it hurt me? Am I really ready to hear and see him with other women after all that happened between us? Or will he abandon me in the morning, and would he send me back to Canada?

My thoughts made me cry again, I wiped my tears, g

got up.

and I walked up the stairs.

My clothes were in his cloak room. I entered slowly, feeling a little hope he was still awake, but he wasn't. He turned his back to the door, and he was sleeping. It hurt. I was stupid to think he would miss me.

I tiptoed to the small room, and I took my bag, taking my belongings, only that I got from Canada. My money that I took with me was still in my bag. which made me feel at ease a little. When I finished, I put the bag on my back. I was ready.

I swallowed while I had a last look in the mirror. I didn't want to leave, but I thought that would be the best for both of us.

I tiptoed out of the small room, and I had a last look at Gideon. Watching him for a while made my heart ache more, but when he moved a little, I left the room. I tried to avoid crying. I knew I would miss him so much, and maybe I would love no one again like I loved him, but I couldn't bear to be abandoned by him.

I walked down to the gym. They repaired the door, but this time I knew where to find the key. I only hoped he trusted me, so he had no guys at the end of the tunnel. I knew the way, and I was out in a few minutes.

It was dark outside. The Italian don was after me, so I shouldn't have been out alone, but there was no other way out. I ran, I wanted to reach the bus station as soon as possible. I knew I could be only at ease if I was on my way out of Los Angeles.

This time, I wasn't in a rush. As I heard many good things about San Francisco, I thought that would be a good place to start over. Many things were

to live first.

were on my mind, but what really made my heart ache was skating. I knew I wouldn't be able to continue. I had to find a job and a place

Then I thought about Ava. I knew that my absence would hurt her, but she was only a little girl. She'd forget me soon.

I thought about the family, what showed me how good it was to be supported.

These thoughts made me cry again. I was really grateful not seeing many people on the way to the bus station. I guessed I looked pathetic while running and crying at the same time,

When I was far enough, I slowed down, and I just walked. I wiped my tears, then I calmed down, but my ease didn't last long.

I didn't know why, but I had a strange feeling, like I wasn't alone. I feared. First, I quickened my steps, then I started running again. The only thing I wanted was to get to the bus station. While I was running. I changed my mind. I thought I would take the first bus available. It didn't matter where it would take me. I was about to reach a corner that would have taken me to a busy street when I felt a grip of powerful arms around me. An arm held my waist, hand was on my mouth.