Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 597 – His Fated Mate? (Beatrice)
Halfway through, I began to recall that I don’t know how to drive, which felt odd because suddenly, I knew nothing about handling the cart. It hit me like a bullet because just a few minutes ago, I had a grasp on what I was doing. If not, I wouldn’t have ventured so far from the cafe.
“Watch out!” Akin yelled from the backseat when I nearly ran over a sign. “What’s going on? Is there a problem with the car?” Akin continued to inquire as he noticed my struggle with the vehicle.
“Um! There seems to be an issue,” I muttered, but it was too late as I had already made a wrong turn. “Please tell me you know how to drive,” he gasped from the back, but once again, before I could even ask him how to halt the cart, I had veered into the woods while merely shifting the steering wheel around.
“Beatrice!” Akin yelped, attempting to move from the backseat to the front to take control. “AHHHH!” I ceased trying to rectify things. I let go of the steering wheel and raised my arms in the air, screaming at the top of my lungs until I felt his strong hands seize my arm and pull me into the passenger seat.
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The car was moving at a breakneck speed, even down the slope toward God knows where. Once I was out of the way, Akin took charge, but now the car had begun to emit smoke.
“We’re going to jump,” Akin yelled, causing me to breathe heavily and shake my head.
“Are you crazy? We’ll die,” I yelled back. I don’t think he understood what would happen to us if we jumped. He was way too confident of his strength.
“Yeah! If we don’t jump,” he hissed, flinging open the door on my side and pushing me out. He did it so abruptly that I couldn’t grab onto anything to save myself. My body flew out and landed on the grass, rolling around.
I managed to come to a stop, but the car kept going until it plunged off the cliff. It all unfolded before my eyes, and I remained on the ground, wide-eyed and with dry l*ips.
“No!” I gulped, attempting to rise to my feet, but something hurt a lot.
“Oh my God! Akin!” I screamed, crawling toward the cliff but failing as my body ached all over.
“AKIN!” I closed my eyes and screamed at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my face at the unfolding tragedy because of me. How did I forget that I can’t drive? Why did I drag him into this mess?
“AKINNNNN!” I covered my face with my hands and cried, sobbing uncontrollably almost instantly. The pain of losing him felt overwhelming. It was as if I hadn’t lost a stranger I’d met a few times, but someone who meant everything to me. Someone without whom my entire life would lose its meaning.
And that’s when I heard a gruff voice scoff. “Why the heck are you calling my name?”
I shot my eyes open and turned my head to the side to find Akin sitting on the ground, with grass in his hair and clothes, his eyes fixed on my face.
“You’re alive!” A huge smile spread across my l*ips, and I crawled toward him. Finally, I managed to get up, taking a few steps to reach him, only to do the most foolish thing ever.
I threw myself onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him so t*ightly that my c*hest pressed against his.
“Hey! Um! Thank you for being so happy that I’m alive, but_” Akin began before he returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around me. Finally, I snapped out of the trance.
I stopped rocking against him and gulped, slowly unwrapping my arms. But he continued to hold me close, even as I leaned back and looked at him awkwardly.
“What? You’re not happy anymore?” he raised his brow, and feeling like a tiny doll in his arms, I shyly pushed him away.
Now that we both caught our breath and let the awkwardness subside, the questions started flowing.
“How did you forget how to drive in the middle of driving so perfectly?” Akin inquired as we both sat on the ground with our backs to each other.
“I didn’t. I didn’t know how to drive,” I struggled to find a way to explain that I only drove until I remembered I couldn’t drive.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” he scoffed. “Did you do it so that you could spend time with me?” I frowned at his confident suggestion.
“Huh? By killing us both?” I asked, turning around, causing him to face me steadily.
“You were supposed to take me to the hospital,” he raised his brow, reminding me of how sick he was before the accident, and suddenly, he looked fine.
“How are you fine?” I questioned, folding my arms over my c*hest.
“I don’t know. The pain came out of the blue and vanished just as suddenly,” he shrugged, but I was skeptical.
“Or maybe you wanted to spend time with me,” I didn’t mind turning the tables on him.
“Huh! That’s your wish, not mine,” the way he rolled his eyes irked me and t*ouched my ego. I decided to call him out on his actions.
“Oh really? It seemed like someone else was acting all protective in the cafe then,” I teased, and he pouted, angrily staring at my face.
“I was just being a good Samaritan,” he gave me the whole excuse of being a good guy, which I didn’t buy. His overly protective behavior had surprised even his assistant, who was shocked that he was going that far for someone he didn’t know.
“Oh! Then who was it who claimed I’m his fated mate? What the heck is a fated mate?” I scoffed, and for the first time, he seemed embarrassed, turning his face away from me.