Alder Locke had just finished speaking when he realized he had blurted out his words, hastily trying to explain, "That's not what I meant, actually..."
"No need to explain, I'm not interested in knowing." Before Alder Locke could finish his words, Titus Zane coldly interrupted him, truly uninterested in Alder Locke's hobbies.
Glancing at Titus Zane, Alder Locke pursed his lips, the smile on his face disappearing as he turned back to look ahead with furrowed brows. A man, frivolous by habit, once serious, appeared quite intimidating with his tightly drawn handsome face.
Stopping the car a kilometer away from the city tower, Alder Locke got out of the driver's seat. Before he could walk around to the passenger side to open the door, Titus Zane had already gotten out on her own.
Adjusting her scarf, she put her hands into the pockets of her casual overcoat, her lightly made-up face still expressionless.
