Outside the car window, the scenery quickly receded.
Thomas Lucas had placed an order under 916, initially thinking it was for Nathan Bolton, but it seemed it was also for Old Lucas.
With this thought, Lorraine Hughes furrowed her brow, worry climbing up her face.
Nathan Bolton's large hand landed on the back of her hand, bringing a slight chill.
"It'll be okay." His deep voice gave her an inexplicable sense of security.
Lorraine glanced sideways, only to see him skillfully steering the wheel with one hand, elegantly and nimbly.
"Scared? Hmm?" Probably because she rarely didn't pull away from his hand, his voice was a bit more cheerful.
"Birth, old age, sickness, and death are the norm for humans."
"You're acting tough." Nathan Bolton tightened his grip on her hand.
Lorraine: "…"
What a nerve!
Who's really afraid here?
"Too scared to speak?" Nathan Bolton speedily drove, occasionally glancing at Lorraine.
