Chapter 12

Meanwhile, Austin had been ranting since he was thrown out of the bank. His blood was boiling with anger, and he might explode at any moment.

He placed his palm on his face, rubbing the swollen part gently. The more his memory reminded him of the strike of the slap, the more he felt the fresh pain of it.

"Sorry, honey, I will help you with the massage when we get home." Hannah moved closer to him to comfort him.

As soon as the lady was closer to Austin, he sent two striking slaps to her face.

Whoosh! Strike!

Hannah was bewildered. She stared at her crazy boyfriend with tears welling up in her eyes.

"Austin, what have I done wrong?" Hannah's voice trembled, and the tears at the corners of her eyes trailed down her cheeks.

The crazy boyfriend felt fulfilled and began to mock her when he saw the red print of his palm on her face.

"Oh, I'm very sorry. When we get home, I will help you with the massage," he mimicked with a scowl.

"It's better if we both share the same pain," he added, paci