Do You Still Hate Him?

Jangling— The sound of tires rubbing against the ground was particularly harsh. The speed of the car was not fast, but Xavier suddenly turned the steering wheel when he heard Zena's words, not caring whether there was a car behind him. He stamped hard on the accelerator and parked the car on the side of the road. Zena let out a soft cry when the car was suddenly parked. She hit the windshield and then was thrown back to the seat heavily. However, Xavier sat there steadily and looked at the dash-board in front of him. His expression didn't change, but his mouth tightened into a thin line. He was holding the steering wheel tightly, and his eyes were extremely red. Blue veins stood out on his white and good-looking hands, which showed how much strength he had used. He grabbed the steering wheel tightly as if it was not an ordinary steering wheel, but the neck of someone he wanted to kill.    Sometimes, he wanted to forget some moments of his past deliberately. He didn't want to think of i