Chapter 397

Without a word, he started driving. Amber swallowed nervously, glancing at his darkened, dangerous-looking face. Feeling a chill, she secretly tried to call the police on her phone. But Hudson was lightning fast. He snatched her phone, rolled down the window, and tossed it out without a second thought.

“Hey! My phone! Hudson, you lunatic! Why did you throw my phone away?” Amber shrieked, furious.

The more Amber thought about it, the angrier she became. She started smacking him across the face, repeatedly. Hudson just shot her a look and kept driving.

“Stop the car! Stop the car, Hudson! If you keep this up, I’m telling my sister, and you’re dead meat!” Amber glared at him, fuming.

Hudson said, “Relax, I’ll get you a new one. We’re almost there.”

Amber knew there was nothing she could do, so she puffed up her cheeks and stared out the window, seething. “Just wait till we get out of this car. I’ll make him pay,” she thought.

“This is it. You can get out now,” Hudson said flatly.

“Damn, this little brat really doesn’t hold back,” Hudson thought, rubbing his cheek.

“Why did you bring me here?” Amber asked, puzzled.

She stared at the endless sea of flowers before her. It was breathtaking—she never knew a place like this existed.

“Amber, do you like this place?” Hudson asked.

Amber was about to say she liked it, but then she remembered what he’d done earlier. She spun around and socked him right in the chest. “Hudson, take me home right now! I’m telling my sister everything you did to me today!”

Hudson clutched his chest, taking a deep breath, barely able to catch it. “Amber, can’t you go a little easier on me? I don’t even need your sister to come after me—I’m already half-dead from you.”

Amber rubbed her nose awkwardly, realizing she might have hit him a little too hard. But in the very next second, Hudson started closing in on her, step by step. Amber’s eyes widened in shock as she blurted out, “What are you doing?”

She stared at him, stunned, backing away, her eyes growing wider with every step he took.

Swallowing nervously, Amber pleaded, “I promise I won’t hit you again, okay? Just stop right there!”

But Hudson didn’t stop—he kept coming closer. Amber tried to push him away, but he caught her hand in his.

“Amber, do you like that guy from earlier?” Hudson asked, his voice low and intense.

Amber was about to snap back, “What’s it to you?” but when she saw the way he was staring at her, she reluctantly answered, “No, I don’t. Now back off and take me home.”

Her hand was still in his, his palm warm and wide. She couldn’t break free, no matter how hard she tried.

“Hudson, let go of me! What the hell do you want?” Amber demanded, her voice rising in frustration.

Hudson leaned in, staring down at her with that intense look. “Amber, am I your type?”

Amber was completely caught off guard, frozen in place. She stared up at him in shock, eyes wide—he was so close she could feel her face burning, both cheeks turning bright red.

“Hudson, back off,” Amber blurted out, trying to sound tough, but her voice was shaky.

Hudson wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. “Amber, answer me. Am I your type!”

Amber’s heart raced like crazy. “Why is he even asking me this? Is he nuts or something?” she thought, completely flustered.

“No, you’re not…” Amber barely got the words out before Hudson leaned down and kissed her.

One hand held hers, while the other cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Amber’s mind went completely blank, like she’d just been struck by lightning. “He kissed me! It’s my very first kiss!” she thought in shock, unable to believe it.

“Back off!” Amber yelled, shoving him away with all her strength, her eyes brimming with tears and hurt.

She sniffled, wiped her lips furiously, and stumbled backward, her heart aching with humiliation as she ran off.

“Hudson, you psycho! I hate you so much!” she shouted, her voice shaking with anger and grievance.

Hudson wanted to say something, but when he saw Amber’s red, teary eyes and how hurt she looked, he just stood there, completely lost for words.

“I like… like you, Amber,” he finally blurted out, his voice soft and uncertain.