Chapter 7

Josie chose to spend the next few days at home, which was something she had never done before. She seemed to have noticed that Tyler was not in a good mood, and for once, she made Shane apologize to Tyler.

Shane stood in front of Tyler and said insincerely, "I'm sorry, Tyler. It was rash of me that day."

Tyler glanced at him coldly and did not even bother to say anything. He turned to return to his room and slammed the door hard behind him.

Shane trembled with fear and quickly hid behind Josie. His voice was trembling when he asked, "He wouldn't hit me, would he, Josie?"

She comforted Shane by patting his back. "No one will bully you with me around."

Loud noises were suddenly heard in Tyler's room. It sounded like things were being moved around. Josie frowned and was about to knock on the door when it was suddenly pulled open.

Tyler appeared with a huge box. He did not even look at her as he headed straight to the bin in the room. There was a loud clatter as he poured everything into the bin. Josie's eyes widened. Everything in the box had something to do with her. They were things that Tyler had painstakingly collected over the years.

They included handwritten notes, cups she had drunk from, and the only thing she had ever given Tyler—a rosary to wear around the wrist, which Tyler had to pester her to get. They were now all thrown away like garbage.

"What do you mean by this?" she asked coldly.

Tyler clapped the dirt off his hands and replied nonchalantly, "Nothing. I just don't want them anymore."

He no longer wanted anything that belonged to Josie, and he no longer wanted her too.

When Tyler was done, he turned to leave without a second glance at her.

Shane noticed the look on Josie's face when Tyler threw her things away, and it made him jealous. He asked on purpose, "Josie, maybe you should talk to Tyler about what happened and try to cheer him up."

Josie was silent for a long time before replying, "That's not necessary. He'll eventually work things out himself and take all of these back."

Just like how Tyler courted and loved her relentlessly over the past six years.

Tyler almost laughed when he heard what she said from the other side of the room, but she was wrong. This time, Josie was totally wrong about this!

That night, Josie wanted to take Tyler and Shane to a charity dinner. Tyler refused to go, but Josie said, "Your buddies would be there too. You've locked yourself at home long enough. Don't you want to see them?"

Tyler was silent for a long time before finally deciding to change his clothes. Too many depressing things had been happening to him, and he had to have a drink with someone.

He ignored Josie and Shane during the journey despite their attempts at small talk, and he closed his eyes for a short rest in the car.

Halfway on the road to dinner, there was a loud crash. Blinding lights shot out at them, and Tyler only managed to glimpse a car losing control and crashing toward them. The next second, the world whirled around him.

…

When Tyler woke up, he caught a whiff of cold rust in the air. He opened his eyes with difficulty and realized he and Shane were tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse. Their hands were tied behind them, and bombs were attached to their chests!

He vaguely remembered a man getting out of another car that crashed into them before he passed out. It was the nemesis of Sinclair Industries, John Palmer. Was he seeking revenge against the Sinclairs by kidnapping him and Shane?

Shane kept yelling shrilly, "Is there anyone out there? Help! Save me! I don't want to die!"

There were only a few minutes left ticking on the bomb, and Tyler forced himself to calm down as he started to remove it. However, the noise Shane was making made it hard for him to focus, and Tyler said coldly, "Stop crying. If you don't want to die, hurry up and remove the bomb."

Shane cried even harder. "Why are you yelling at me? I have no idea how to remove this thing. Where are you, Josie? I'm so scared, Josie…"

The warehouse doors were suddenly kicked open, and Josie rushed in.