Chapitre 157: Chapter 157 AFRAID

STELLA’s POV

“T-Tyler...?” I repeated, my voice shaking. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” he asked, clenching his jaw. “What are you doing, Stella?!”

“No, I mean we’re not supposed to see each other before the wedding---“

Instead of answering me, he looked around and shouted at the people inside the dressing room. “All of you! Get out of the room! Now!” and everyone scurried out of the room with their heads hung down low.

“Tyler…”

“What?” he gritted his teeth as he slowly walked towards me. “If I didn’t come over here to see you, you should have escaped and run away from our wedding!”

As he got closer, I was retreating back.

“You want to be the talk of the town again, huh?” he hissed. “You want to trend again on the internet and have a new title as the runaway bride?”

I shook my head, staring at his angry face as I stepped back again until I felt the dresser on my back.

“Tyler…” I mumbled. “It’s not what you think…”