Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Let’s Talk Properly Feeling utterly messed up, Alexander Barron rolled down all the car windows. The night wind rushed in, carrying a biting chill. The rush of cold only made the cramps in his stomach worse. It twisted painfully, making him groan. He pulled over in a hurry, let go of the steering wheel, and opened another bottle of red wine, taking a hard swig. The more it hurt, the clearer his mind felt. That kind of sharp pain—ironically—made him feel alive. Once he steadied himself a bit, he slammed the engine back on and floored the gas without hesitation, only to have a gust of freezing wind punch him in the face. He started coughing hard, waves of nausea rolling in from the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t take it anymore and stopped again, stumbling out to crouch by the roadside and vomit violently. This was beyond reckless—he was completely torturing himself. Maybe only this kind of self-destruction could drown out the hurt Sarah Knight had left him with. After what