Elise Don tried to shrink herself, keeping her head down to avoid eye contact with Oliver Bloom.
He didn't speak, and she dared not either.
Oliver sat there like a silent statue, gazing out the car window. Elise didn't know what he was thinking, her heart trembling and palms sweating.
The trees and buildings by the road flashed by, light and shadow casting over Oliver's determined face, shifting between light and dark, unpredictable.
At this moment, Elise's phone chimed, breaking the silence.
Her heart flustered, and she hurried to check it.
These days, you have to look after yourself. Emily Ferguson didn't care about her well-being at all, just sent her to obstruct Oliver. With what?
Her butt?
But but but, this this this, is really embarrassing!
Elise quickly turned off her screen, pretending to be calm.
Finally, they arrived home.
