The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 977

"It's not that either," Katrina mumbled, averting her eyes.

"Then what's the reason? You used me for whatever you needed, the thrill wore off, and now—"

"Naylor, stop guessing. You didn't do anything wrong. This is entirely on me." Katrina couldn't bear to listen to him spiral. She cut him off, glancing up at him before quickly staring at her lap again. "You've been amazing. You've been generous, and you've been incredibly kind to my mother. If you hadn't loaned me that money, and if you hadn't used your parents' connections to get my mom in with the top oncology specialists, she probably would have..."

She paused, forcing herself to look him in the eye, her voice thick with sincerity. "You're my benefactor. No matter what happens between us, I will spend the rest of my life remembering what you did for me."

Naylor let out a dark, humorless laugh. He rested one hand casually on the steering wheel, turning to stare out at the pitch-black night. "Most guys get the 'good guy' card when they get dumped. But you? You hit me with the 'benefactor' card."

Katrina didn't dare respond.

The silence in the car grew suffocating.

But Katrina wasn't in any rush to leave.

Deep down, she was practically praying they could just sit there forever—because the truth was, she couldn't bear the thought of walking away from him.

But as the silence dragged on, Naylor's anger boiled over.

"You better think this through. I never get back together with my exes. Ever." His eyes were ice cold, his expression void of the playful charm she was used to.

Katrina's heart plummeted. The sheer agony of the breakup hit her like a physical blow, but she forced herself to nod. "I've thought it through. I want to break up."

"Fine. Have it your way." Naylor snapped the locks open, his voice dripping with venom. "Get out."

The sheer humiliation in his tone stung, but Katrina knew she had lost the right to be offended. Face burning, she turned and pushed the door open.

The second her feet hit the pavement, the Porsche's engine roared to life, and the sports car peeled out, leaving her in a cloud of exhaust.

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