What Happened To Derek In Save The Last Dance 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As for the last spot on the truck, he had to choose between saving my life and saving Victoria's. Derrick's eyes were red and bloodshot. He kept glaring at me, having an entire debate in his head. Ultimately, he still reached his hand out toward me. This was how Derrick had chosen me in my past life. I had survived the typhoon, but Victoria ended up dead waiting for the next rescue truck because she'd been struck by a huge roof that had torn off somewhere. Derrick had married me right after that. Then, he proceeded to torture me for three years because he thought of me as Victoria's murderer.

His trembling hand reached into his pocket as he pulled out his phone. Just as he was about to make a call… an SUV sped toward him. Derek's eyes widened and without another thought, he darted into the nearest bar. The moment he entered, deafening music assaulted his ears with colored lights flashed wildly across the room. People packed the dance floor shoulder to shoulder, swaying to the pounding bass while laughter, drunken cheers and clinking glasses. Derek slipped into an empty chair near the corner, his chest rose and fell as he scanned every face.

Perhaps death was also a way to put me out of my misery. Derek would also finally get the chance to be with the person he truly loved. … For two whole weeks after my visit to the hospital, Derek did not realize I had moved out of his house. He was probably too engrossed in spending all his time with Ivy. The last text message that could be seen in the chat window shared between me and Derek was from two weeks ago. "I need to work a lot of shifts recently, so I won't be coming home." Derek finally started sending new text messages today.

A picture of her riding him came flooding back to his brain: "God, please don't let me get a hard-on with a teenage girl, be legal so I can go to sleep at night knowing I'm not a pervert." Derek nearly had a heart attack as she bent down to put down the table, and her purple lace peeked through the waistband of the jeans. His mouth dried up, his vision went blurry, and his hat and keys fell to the floor. The girls yelped at the sudden noise, and the girl in the cowboy boots turned to face him. If Derek thought he was in trouble when he saw her, he had just sped past the sign that said "Danger: Road Ends Ahead" and was going over the cliff.

He gestured to the contract papers, his expression filled with regret. Annabel took a step back, her tears flowing freely now. “I love you, Derek,” she said weakly, her voice trembling. “We can fix this, please—” “It’s too late,” Derek interrupted, his voice final. He turned away from her, the weight of his decisions crushing him. “It’s far too late.” The room fell into a heavy silence once again, as the truth of what had been lost settled between them. Derek shook his head. “I don’t want to figure anything out with you anymore. As of now, we’re done. You can deal with the mess you’ve made, and I’ll handle what’s left of F&J.”

Madam Dera stated to the third command who couldn’t believe any of what she just said. “It’s hard to believe right?” Derek said as she stood up to his feet “But I have come to take what rightfully belongs to me as the first child of Alpha Darius.” Madam Dera muffled her laughter which blew out “Alpha Darius Rucker doesn’t have any other child except Kaiden.” She said still laughing but her laughter died down slowly seeing the serious faces staring back at her, she looked at Chase who sighed, his face was plastered with confusion. “Baby?” Danica called as she moved over to Derek “We have other things to do instead of trading words with these fools.” Derek nodded, he nudges at Garry who moved

I could feel Derek getting impatient through our bond as they took turns dancing with me. After the music ended, Derek came over to me as I danced with his father. Uncle Michael laughed at Derek's reaction, and Aunt Lisa came over and joined in. "Calm down, your father just wanted to dance with our daughter-in-law," Aunt Lisa said, and she and Uncle Michael started dancing. Derek grabbed my hand and took me over to an empty table. He sat down and gestured for me to sit on his lap, which I did without hesitation. He kissed me lightly and then sniffed my hair before putting a light kiss on my neck where his mark was.

Derek jerked his head up, eyes brimming with desperate hope. "I'll change! I'll change everything! Just please forgive me!" I leaned forward and locked onto his gaze, tearing his delusions apart word by word. "Your mistake was treating my love like a stepping stone for your own ambitions." "You think pretending to be brain-damaged was hard for you?" "Do you have any idea what you were doing when I drank myself into a stomach hemorrhage trying to save your company and got rushed to the ER?"

Until the day I got that photo of him and Teresa in bed. I rushed to the bar where he was, desperate for an explanation. He was sitting at the counter, smoking, looking completely at ease. One of his friends nudged him. "You're about to get married. Why mess around now?" Derick scoffed. "I do love Summer, but every time I think about how she gave herself to someone else before me, it disgusts me. So I gave my first time to Teresa. Call it even. After that, I'll settle down and be a good husband."

“Time for a dance!” Derek walked toward me, garter in hand, and held it out. “Shall we?” “No,” I muttered, but someone was already pushing me toward him. Whispers spread like wildfire. Elena Hart and Derek King. Catching the bouquet and garter. Dancing like lovers. Fighting like exes. And now? Now we were a headline waiting to happen. I swore under my breath. This night couldn’t get any worse.