Chapter 165
Robert's Point of View
I was walking with Natalia toward the club exit, my hand lightly gripping her arm to support her and keep her from stumbling. She was swaying left and right, her heavy head resting on my shoulder as she mumbled words I didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to.
I opened the car door for her, settled her into the passenger seat with annoyance, and then climbed behind the wheel.
Carlos got into the back seat and exhaled in boredom. "What now? Are we really dropping off this madwoman?"
Natalia turned to him with bloodshot eyes and screamed, "I am not mad! Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes... crystal clear," Carlos replied coldly, looking away.
Suddenly, Natalia pulled off one of her high-heeled shoes and, in a hysterical motion, tried to strike Carlos's head with it. I grabbed her wrist firmly and wrenched the shoe from her hand. "Natalia! Enough!"
"I'll drive it into his skull! Give me my shoe, Robert!" she shrieked, trying to claw it back.
