Rowena's POV.
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I stared at him, heart pounding. “A lie? That’s what you’re calling it now?”
He leaned back in his seat, c**k still half out, belt undone—like he couldn’t care less about how I felt.
I slapped his hand away, harder this time. “Do I look like someone who’d be chasing lies? My mother died, Jason! She was murdered! And you think s*x and your stupid charm will make me forget that?!”
He didn’t even flinch. “I think you like using her death as an excuse to run from me"
“You’re twisted,” I spat.
“No—you’re the one who’s twisted,” he fired back.
“Okay then,” I snapped. “Why did you suddenly stop the car? Let’s go to your house. You said you wanted to help me, right? Don’t tell me you’re suddenly backing out now.”
He sighed and flashed his phone. “I got a text. M
