Chapter 906

She made a point not to walk in his direction, but Connor had already spotted her. He revved the engine and aggressively pulled the car up right next to her.

"Get in."

Connor's tone was sharp. Leonie could tell he was barely keeping his temper in check, but she had absolutely no desire to go anywhere with him.

Plus, her relationship with Dorian was strictly platonic. If she got in the car, Connor would just start running his mouth again, and she was entirely sick of hearing it.

"Get in the car. I'm taking you somewhere."

Leonie ignored him and kept walking.

Frustrated, Connor slammed the car into park, vaulted over the door, and stormed up to her, grabbing her arm in a tight grip.

"Leonie, how much longer are you going to throw this tantrum?"

Leonie couldn't understand why his first instinct was to blame her. Why didn't men ever try to apologize and make things right instead of instantly playing the victim?

Who was throwing a tantrum? He was the one acting completely unhinged cruel, dismissive, and refusing to even acknowledge their relationship in public.

Just moments ago, he had been soaking up the attention of those women asking for his number. He hadn't looked like he was turning them away. He was exactly the kind of guy who thrived on being the center of attention.

She hated that he craved constant validation. She wanted a relationship like Hawthorne and Gwyneth's, where they only had eyes for each other.

"I'm not throwing a tantrum, so don't flatter yourself. We aren't together, so stop acting like there's some ambiguous tension between us."

That remark finally set Connor off.

"How am I making things ambiguous? Who was the one acting like the boss's girl in front of all my friends? You chase after me, and the second you have me, you toss me aside?"

That one sentence nearly made Leonie's blood boil. When had she ever chased after him? Back when he was hospitalized, he had genuinely cared for her.

At the time, she hadn't even had real feelings for him. It was only after spending so much time together that she had started to fall for him.

Besides, despite his sharp tongue, he checked a lot of her boxes. He was handsome, undeniably cocky, and carried that effortless bad-boy energy she had always found attractive.

During her time with Dorian, she had realized he felt more like family, whereas Connor was the one who ignited a spark. Sometimes she wondered if there was something wrong with her, constantly ignoring safe guys and falling for a chaotic mess like Connor, who barely gave her the time of day.

"Connor, if your brain is full of water, please empty it. I never chased you. You're delusional."

Leonie's face turned as red as a tomato. They were standing right outside the hospital, and with his flashy sports car drawing attention, a crowd was already starting to form around them.

Everyone loved some good drama. Realizing they were seconds away from a screaming match in the middle of the street, Leonie quickly lowered her voice.

"You're the one making a scene and turning us into a joke."

Connor relentlessly blocked her path.

"I'll stop making a scene if you get in the car. I told you I'm taking you somewhere."

Connor was slipping right back into his shameless tactics, fully prepared to stand on the sidewalk and hold her hostage until she gave in.

His stubbornness left Leonie trapped.

"Where are you even taking me? It's getting late, and I need to get home."

Leonie was genuinely exhausted by him, though a tiny sliver of curiosity tugged at her. She had tried to stay mad, but the moment he actually showed up and fought for her her resolve started to crumble

"Somewhere thrilling, obviously. Haven't you been begging Gwyneth to take you to a street race? My crew is holding one tonight on the canyon road It's way better at night. I'm taking you."

She had thought he might actually try to be romantic-maybe buy her flowers or take her somewhere nice. Instead, he was dragging her to a street race.

Leonie's interest plummeted, but Connor was running on pure adrenaline. Completely ignoring her protests, he practically dragged her toward the passenger seat.

Furious, Leonie tried to yank her hand away, but his grip was ironclad.

"I told you I'm going home. I don't want to go."

This impossible man still hadn't shown a shred of genuine remorse. Connor stared

at her in utter confusion. Since she had stopped yelling, he assumed she had already forgiven him.

Just then, a little girl walked up to them, holding a basket full of vibrant, freshly bloomed roses.

"Excuse me, sir. Your girlfriend is so pretty. You should buy her a flower."

Connor frowned, about to wave the kid off, but he noticed Leonie's eyes locked onto the roses.

For once in his life, his thick skull

finally processed the hint. He

immediately pulled out a

hundred-dollar bill, buying the entire

basket of roses. The little girl

beamed, happily taking the cash and skipping away.

Connor shoved the basket and the massive bouquet into Leonie's arms.

"Alright, alright, please stop being mad at me. I've literally never bought a girl

flowers before. You're the first. Now get in, I'm taking you to the race."